feel like flying

takeoff

another step.

one step closer to my goal.

"cody, don't!" a voice from behind. i turned around; nathan.

 

birds. they were flying around, taking in the crisp air around them.

i heard chirping. they were singing to their heart's content, sound waves dancing through the air for miles and miles.

i was not there.

darkness. that was what i saw. i was trapped in a room, too dark to see.

where was i?

i felt suffocated, yet i couldn't let go. suffocation was not possible.

i was in here for exactly 1475 days. how i knew, i had no idea. had i been counting?

the tiny speck of light that let me see the outside world was once again swallowed by the walls. no more light. no more sounds of life either.

the voices had arrived. speaking directly to me. poisoning me from the inside.

"cody, don't! listen to me! stay. with. me" the yells hit me.

it was nathan. "c'mon, come over here. cody, don't do this." it wasn't heartbreaking. there was nothing left to be broken.

ten more paces until my goal. so close, yet so far.

i was still looking at the half-crazed, angelic looking boy. his feet were planted to the ground. they were not moving.

i wanted him to keep his distance. how?

light crept through the cracks. the room morphed into a circular one. water started to seep from invisible leaks.

i was drowning, but not dead. no, not dead.

i saw myself reflected by the mirrored walls. every detail, flaw was seen. faults in the gene pool.

the voices were getting louder.

clear smoke started drifting in from everywhere. the veil brightened my sight. it caused more misery.

heavy , but crystal clear. ever-present, everlasting.

the source of light was shut. darkness once again. i smiled. peace.

"cody! stand up. you should not be like this!"

strong arms around me. was it still nathan. i hoped not. i needed to reach my goal.

the circular room turned black. there were no more mirrors.

as the black spread, the ground--and the walls--corroded. the ground was uneven, unbalanced. fragile. voices of despair came again. some stood out:

"i can't do this anymore."

"never mind, i shouldn't be doing this."

"i won't do this."

"i give up."

the usual.

the sounds of weakness, of fear, of worry.

i hate them.

i stood up from the ground.

"cody, don't. i can help you. we can fix this. we can fix you." determination.

three more steps.

"trust me, i can help you. just take my hand--"

there was no nathan now.

two more steps.

one. 

i flew.

ten metres away, a rave was startled by the sound of a body crashing onto the surface of the raging sea. as it flew away, a whisper of a sigh wafted from the deadly liquid:

"freedom."