High Skies Low Roads

Low// Chapter One

Hey is the author of this story here. 

Before you start reading know that this is a boyXboy story and if you are not okay I kindly ask you to exit to your left. Also in the story there will be chapters containing maybe triggering topics (depression, suicide, metal illness, loss, abuse) so please read at your own risk.

I am a high school student with assignments work and a very small social life to keep up with so I will try my best to update regularly. And also this is a story I am working quite hard on so share with a friend, vote, comment etc it would be much appreciated. Okay I'll go now enjoy!

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          "Our mind is a blue sky, clouds come and go. We tend to get caught up in the clouds and forget about the blue sky."

          This quote runs through my mind like a train on a circular track as I stare up at the world above me. If my mind is the sky, are my afflictions the clouds? And if my troubles are clouds then why are they so soothing to my eyes, why do I wish so grandly to travel up and touch them as if they were solid. These questions bubble out the train as thick steam clogging my brain.

          If my mind is the blue sky, and my troubles are the clouds, then where is my peace, my dreams, where is the knight in shining armor for my damsel in distress?
The train is accelerating with the force of my thoughts. The tracks ahead are littered with stones of lost hope. The train races through gears turning and wheel buckling under pressure. The train is..

          I sat up my breath shallow and quick, eyes blinking wildly as I ran shaky hands through my hair. It's raining? When did the clouds appear? When did the water start showering down?

          When my breath slowed and my hands stilled I stood up. I've been thinking too much, going into depth about things I shouldn't. It's been 7 years since I've seen my father, what did he even look like? Would he remember me? These questions filtered through my head as I stepped off the slippery roof through the window. Leaving the crisp air outside I close the sliding glass.

          My room of 16 years was vacant. The deep blue walls stripped of posters and pictures, shelves emptied of my pop vinyls and countless knick knacks. The room I've grown up in, laughed, cried, smiled, and been sick in, is going to be erased, my height marks painted over.

          The people who come next won't know the friends that have been made and lost in this room. The tears and smiles given and the numerous ideas that have swirled around like tornadoes in this place.

          My back hits the barren bed and my eyes close. Then, the vibration of my phone sounds around the room and I let out a groan. Sitting back up I wince, bruises, and cuts aches and pains make themselves known from all around my body.

          I really need some painkillers. I sigh as I clutch the smart phone in my hand and accept the call.

          "Hello? River are you there, this bloody phone! River!" The honeyed voice booms through my speaker. I sigh my index and thumb pinching the bridge of my nose. Does she have to be so loud?

          "Tilly, I'm busy." Though not entirely truthful, what I said was not technically a lie, my brain is quite busy though my body is not... No matter what she does not know can't hurt her.

          "River Jameson Bennett I know that you are not busy, I would put fifty quid on it. I just wanted to tell you I shall arrive at your house around 6, and I am also bringing takeout." Tilly's voice was cheerful, bubbly, and thick with an English accent.In my current state of brief depression, sleep deprivation and annoyance, the sound of her voice made me sick.