Helldash


Heyyy, this is just a little story I was thinking about. Nothing to serious yet. If people want it to be just let me know! Just a prologue for now.


I lept of the edge. The familiar feeling of the wind rushing past me. I held on tight to the trapeze, not because I was afraid to fall – HA! No certainly not because I was afraid. I've never been afraid of the heights or falling.

No I held on because of the next jump. It was the hardest part of the show, I needed to swing myself high up in the air let go of the trapeze and do a flip. After that I would fall, yes, but Monty would be there to catch me. Monty was always there. He never let me fall and I never let him fall. That's just how we worked, always trusting one and other with our lives.

It was just a repetition, just practicing, nothing was supposed to go wrong. It never did.

Everything went as planned, I did my flip, fell a few meters. And then Monty would be there. But he wasn't. So I kept on falling. The ground was coming closer. There wasn't a net.

Closer

Not this time.

Closer

We had a show in half an hour.

Closer

This was our last practice.

Closer

Falling felt like forever.

Closer

I don't know if I was falling that slow or if it just felt like it.

Closer

Almost there… I still wasn't afraid.

Closer

Where was Monty? That was the last thing I remember thinking before the one shock of pain followed by darkness.


I hope it was okey enough. See ya!