Stay Wild

Forgiveness

I lay paralyzed as I felt a presence behind me. I yearned to look at them, to observe their features and determine their identity, yet, it was no use. I was in a state of complete and utter stillness, vulnerability. I felt a wet sensation against my cheek and I could see out of the corner of my eye that whatever or whoever it was, was licking me sensually. I could feel a sadistic, mischievous expression plastered to their face. I grimaced as the creature began to caress my body and as they did so I was inflicted with immense pain. It was as if their skin consisted of flame and they were scorching me alive. I so desperately wished to flee, I wished to protect myself and to fight back against this entity of evil. Yet, I was powerless. I could do nothing. I simply endured the torture until I managed to succumb to slumber, my eyes heavy.

~

I was sweating bullets as I shot up in bed, my head whirring as if I was intoxicated. I blinked a few times before I realized that it was indeed morning.

It was sleep paralysis.

I was pretty damn sure that I had dreamt of sleeping with Lucifer himself, or, in other words, Nolan.

Fucking lovely.

Luckily for me, the devil was no longer in my sight. I suppose he had gotten bored of me and had silently exited during the night.

I shuddered with disgust as I threw off the covers and waddled to the bathroom, reaching for the tap and staring absentmindedly as I watched cool, clear water gush out of it before liberally applying face-wash to my freckled cheeks and cleansing my face.

I returned to my room, threw on a pair of light-wash distressed jeans and an oversized mauve t-shirt, accessorizing it with a simple, silver cross necklace.

I bounded down the stairs and headed to the foyer where I extracted a pair of simple white air forces from the closet. My mother appeared behind me, one of her self-help Christian books in hand, her circular reading spectacles upon her thin face.

"Where are you headed so early?" She asked curiously.

"I'm meeting Logan in the park. Mom, it's 11AM, it's not THAT early."

"Early for you."

"I mean, you're right. Anyways, we're going for a bike ride."

My mother ogled me skeptically. "You, going for a bike right? No, no, Chandler. Be honest with me. What are you really doing?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Mom, I'm serious!"

"Sure."

"Anyways, I'm leaving! I'll see you later." I waved as I exited through the garage door.

~

I felt the golden sunshine on my face and I was enjoying every second of it. I pedaled slowly. I couldn't remember the last time I had ridden my bike - it had to have been two years ago at least. Declan, Sawyer, and I used to ride our bikes often when we were younger all the time. Although, since we each acquired our licenses bicycles had become redundant.

It was a tad embarrassing how tired I was after only a mere ten minutes on the mode of transportation, my legs were starting to burn and I was completely breathless.

It was safe to say that I wasn't known for my stamina.

Unfortunately for me, my destination was another ten or so minutes away, it was a place that was roughly equal distance from both Logan and I's houses.

There was another miniature park nearby that I set my sights on. I spotted a bench that was adjacent to an empty slate grey basketball court.

A little rest wouldn't hurt.