Hey there! So I know I said I was working on something 'big' (and I am) but this is not it! I was riding in a car and this idea just came to me, so I just had to write it! Don't worry, there are going to be more chapters to this, so don't freak out. As for everyone who read and riewed 'Simply Obvious', THANK YOU SO MUCH! Seriously every single comment blew up my ego until it almost exploded! I hope I can continue to write things you guys like! I'd like to give special thanks to Karma Killer 11 for telling me specificly (sorta) what they liked about my story, and to Blackstar001 who is so awesome she let me type this all up on her computer. You guys should go check out her awesome story 'Where There Was Weakness'! Now without further adu, enjoy a nice Wally story!
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A blur. That's all I can see.
Tree's whip past, their red and golden hues swallowed up by the coming darkness, melting into undefined shapes. Branches stretch upwards on either side, long fingers reaching for the unattainable. They want to climb into the sky. Far away.
I am running. My feet slap against the cold gray pavement, pounding the rhythm into my very soul. It's an alien language I've learned to sing. The air whistles past me, blocking my ears from the sounds I don't want to hear. From the words I want to erase. I can't see past my streaming eyes, but the effort it would take to clear them is too much for me. Instead I let my feet carry me; let them take me far away, each step another note in their constant drumming. Adrenaline rushes through my blood, a roaring tidal wave, mercilessly ripping through my body. The wind dies.
And still I run.
Pain courses through me, throbbing to the beat of this new song. I hold my arm close, each step jarring my broken limb. With every breath I take I can feel the winter air clawing toward my lungs, every rake against my throat chiming in time with the pounding of my head.
I breathe in. A thousand pains consume me.
I breathe out. The song continues to play.
My body is on fire, a billowing furnace from inside, fighting to take control. It's getting harder for me to breathe. My head swims. I can't stop. The slanting sun makes shadows elongate before me, their inky faces staring at me hungrily as I stumble past. I want to stop. To end the song that has consumed my very soul. But my feet won't listen, and the music won't stop.
And still I run.
From the ground a twisted root lashes out, ensnaring my leg in it's bony grasp. I crash into the earth, now a mixture of mud and sweat, and blood. Panic and pain sweep through me, my body turned traitor as I empty my stomach on the wet ground. Distant thunder drowns out my cry of animalistic sorrow, its deep throaty rumbling hiding my broken sobbing. Memories bubble over in my mind. Yelling, whose indecipherable words were spoken in obvious loathing. The color red coating the walls and stairs, its brightness too much to bare. And then I'm pushing myself up, propelled by fear and panic, lost in the silence of the world. I can't hear the music anymore, as I stumble away. As long as I move I'm safe. As long as I keep the rhythm I won't have to think. And yet I long to stop, long to hide somewhere safe, away from Him. Rain decends from the darkened sky, and I feel like the angels are crying with me.
And still I run.
I've lost my song, and now I'm surrounded once again by the bitter silence of the world. The silence of the misunderstood and beaten, the lonely and forgotten. I stumble on, the indistinguishable blur of shapes around me slowly coming into focus. The cold rain numbs my body, but does nothing for the raging inferno inside my heart. I have no notion of where I'm going, lost without my symphony to guide me. My feet keep going, they're only purpose being to take me as far away as possible. Sweat mixes with the rain, becoming a salty mixture which drips into my eyes. I stumble over a curb, my balance deserting me once again as I plummet towards the ground. The rain thickens and I reach forward, my cut palms stinging as I drag myself forward. I can't stop, and so I crawl. I'm in a neighborhood, my mind dimly trying to place the familiar roads. But I shy away from thinking, I don't want to remember what had happened, to be reminded of what he did. A house looms before me, its presence calls of safety and comfort. Slowly I drag myself towards it, knowing that if I could just reach it, then everything would be okay. Everything would be erased. The door slams open, and I realize just what I've been striving towards all this time. Relief floods through my body as I hear a familiar voice, filled to the brim with worry and love.
"Wally?"
And then I stop.