Grayscale
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Don't slip. Don't slip. Don't slip. These are the only two words that have been running through my head since I had begun running. It had just finished raining when I left this morning and the ground was still slick and wet. My feet hit the ground in a rhythm, 1234, 1234, 1234, over and over again. My lungs had started burning about a mile back, but I couldn't stop, not now, not while I could still hear him behind me. Not while he could still catch up. No. I couldn't let that happen. I was almost there. Just a little further. I heard his feet behind me stomping on the ground trying to catch up. They were getting louder. He was getting closer. But so was I. In about 2 yards everything would be over. If I could outrun him I would be able to leave. I would be able to get away from everything and be able to start over. That would be nice. A change. Suddenly an eruption of cheers interrupted me from my thoughts. Looking around I realized I had just crossed the finish line. Had I beat Him? Glancing behind me I caught sight of him, only a few feet from where I was, he stood there, His body was covered in sweat, pretty much everyone was. i had beat him. We both wanted this for different reasons, yet they were the same. We knew that. We knew when this began that only one of us would win this. It was just a matter of who was prepared to be on the losing end. And yet this victory I held. Made me sick. It made my stomach swell that this little big thing was something that mattered to us enough to give us false hope. I knew he could have beat me. I knew he gave this up so things could get better for me. He knew I wasn't expecting him to, But he did, and there's no going back. ~~~~~~~~ "Life Is just one gigantic grayscale. Everything's all black and white, but you have to find that one thing in the center that levels it to gray."
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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