So it's like 4am and this just popped into my head, have no idea where it came from but I had to write it down. Never written anything like this before but I hope you like it.
As the shadows of the evening play along the brick walls of the nearby buildings, he struggles that much further in search of aid. As each step pains him that much more, he burns with doubt and remorse as it grips at his heart; ripping it to shreds between its claws. A drop of fear is enough to send him swirling downwards into the hard pit of darkness he knows he can never escape from.
Perhaps he should have thought this through, instead of going alone. But thinking like this will get him nowhere now.
Crimson. The metallic smell of blood. His blood. As it slides through his fingers as he pressed his hand to the wound.
The sun beams down, blinding him. The sweat slowly dripping from his forehead, he continued to move forward. Surely there's a hospital somewhere. However his will to survive is wearing thin.
Blood. So much blood. He can feel himself slipping away. And yet the words of resistance stay with him as he keeps going.
Keep moving. Just keep moving. She needs you. She needs you to carry on.
Deep echoed breaths sounded so far away, the very light of life seeming at a distance.
Broken images thread together in the mind of the lost and hopeless. Every memory fragile and faded. His body, weak, shattered and drained as the last fragments of strength slip away into nothingness.
Just a few more steps. Keep focused on the sights that lay before him. Fight. Fight against the demons that tear him apart from the inside, the burning from the fire in his side. The racing bullet still ringing in his ears as it flew through the air.
The world around him spins and blurs. The darkness creeping in as his eyes slowly slide shut. The struggle as he plunges forward, bursting through the haze. As he floats between the real and the haven placed deep within his mind.
As he stumbles to a stop, he feels himself fall. Let his demons take him as he slips into oblivion. The darkness engulfing him and leaving him with nothing left to fight anymore. Letting go, he falls as his heart clenches with fear and dread. As the icy grip pulls him; he falls into the abyss.
As his vision clears once more, his mind losing grip of reality he's faced with the one thing that shows him hope. As he trembles with every breath, he reaches his breaking point. Voices shout but are too far away. Silhouettes appear against the light of the sun. Warmth. He feels warmth. The touch of a soft hand against his cheek. The delicate breaths that tickle his face, uttering his name is tiny choked up whispers.
His mind wills for him to carry on but his body simply refuses. Shining crystals of pure sadness fall upon his skin, along with the tingling of salty kisses. He reaches out only to feel air, cold air that mocks the piecing ache in his heart.
As the humid wind dances around him, he utters one word. A name. One name, as the sun sets beyond the horizon; taking with it the only ray of hope he had left in him.
Natara…
No. No more now. That's enough. It's enough.