Puffs of misty air left my lungs, melding into the cold temperatures that surrounded me. The sky had darkened, black streaks running along the horizon like ink stains on a piece of paper. The fire I thought had gone out blew smoke and ash into the air, the grey particles falling against my skin and turning it a sickly shade. But I continued on.
The breaths I took were ragged as the road stretched out further than the eye could see. It felt like I had traveled a hundred miles and yet when I turned back to look where I had come from I could still see the new flames as they lapped at the wrecked car.
My body froze as I turned back around to face in the opposite direction. The never-ending road was now gone, the asphalt stopping short only feet from where I stood. My feet carried me right to the edge, but as I felt the earth below me start to shake, I fell backward. I watched with wide eyes as rocks and roots sprang up from the ground, growing and winding their way around each other to create a mountain of jagged edges.
A soft smoky haze that burned my eyes descended from the mountain, swirling around my ankles before it ran back up over the rocks. And as quickly as it came, it went, leaving a beaten trail in the stone for me to follow. It was a hard decision to make. To ran and face my fears another day or to climb the mountain and see where it would take me.
With a few shaky breaths I took a step forward, grabbing at a tiny ledge above me to hoist myself upward. Rocks and dust slide down the steep mountain, my shoes digging into the gravel to find some sort of grip. I lost what little traction I had and fell along with the loose rubble. My hands gripped at the sharp edges, a burning sensation radiating off my palms as fresh cuts began to bleed.
I let out a gasp, my body trembling as I caught myself before falling too far. My eyelashes fluttered with uneasiness and I paused for only a second to collect my bearings. With one final deep breath I reached up once again and began to climb.
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Mr. Misty-Eyed | Josh Dun
Fanfiction"Gangsters don't cry." In which a boy's night terrors come true. Or the one where every night Joshua Dun dreams of his worst fears and every day finds clarity through a girl and her nephew. Copyright © 2016 by miserableyouth Ranked: ff #611 [11.06...
