Hey, YOLOstories back with another story. Just to make it clear, the main character - Far - his name is just a nickname. Not an actual name.
Also, it will connect to PJO. It just doesn't in the Prologue.
Enjoy, my precious poodles! (wait what did I just say?!)
PROLOGUE
I gazed at the sunset wistfully, as if I wished to simply melt in its perfect orange and golden colour, dappled across the sky. In fact, wishing to melt wasn't far off the truth. I certainly hated my life; I just wasn't sure how to end it.
When I was younger, I used to see it as common sense that the running thoughts of a man who threw himself off a cliff had to be this:
I hate my life. I want to die! [Jumps off cliff.] My life is unbearable! This was definitely a good idea.
And then, once they were about to hit the jagged rocks below… Okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
Splat.
Nevertheless, I was extremely tempted to jump off the cliff that I was sitting on right then. I overlooked the beach, the waves lapping the shore and the crags were temptingly far underneath my dangling legs.
"Don't think that way. You can't," I told myself, whispering, or even whimpering… as if I knew my life was going to end quickly and brutally this very minute. In fact, I was about to die, though I obviously didn't know it at the time.
My mum was probably going to kill me anyway. She had wanted me to walk my dog outside, but to return by five o'clock. It was a lot later than that now.
But I had stayed here, blinking tears.
Still, it wasn't my fault that I was being bullied verbally, physically and electronically by about five groups of people simultaneously, was it? I was clever, but… okay, I was a geek, but still… I didn't deserve this did I?
"Have to go home," I groaned to myself. I wasn't just groaning because of the horrid pains in my sides; also because my mum was an alcoholic and would undoubtedly yell at me , to add to my miseries.
I hadn't told her about the bullying, of course. She would just tell me to man up. She didn't care about me. Ever.
.
I was on my feet now and somehow felt unbalanced. I blinked at the odd logic. Maybe I was passing out? No, I felt awake enough to be honest.
The ground shook. Couldn't be an earthquake, could it? Not in the south west of England.
I slid backwards. I was on my back again, gazing at the darkening sky. I bent my head forwards.
I could see my dog, tied to a post, some grass and some orangey yellow-ish stone.
And I could see a huge crack in the ground.
It was a cliff fall. The rocks were coming apart in chunks.
My last thought was Well I wanted to die.
I passed out amongst the cascade of rocks tumbling down the sheer clifface.
.
I came to my senses washed up on the shore of some sort of island.
Was it possible I had hit the water and it had swept me away?
No.
It wasn't. Taking in the trajectory, the distance of the sea from the cliffs, especially as it was low tide, and the way the rocks had trapped me in a sort of high speed barrier, then no. Impossible.
So how was I here?
Was this heaven? No, it couldn't be. I'd never believed in heaven, had I?
So where was I?
Where…?
"Who are you?!"
Thanks! Do you think this looks okay?
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