Here's chappie 2!!! ENJOY!!!
It was a beautiful day, summery and bright. He was young, happy and free. The scent of fresh-cut grass tickled his nose and he sneezed. A soft breeze rustled the tall trees behind him. He was in a meadow, rolling and hilly. The warm summer sun shone down, and life was perfect.
He gamboled around, playing and laughing with him imaginary friends, as all ten year olds did. They walked and walked and walked, and never got tired. Every time they felt thirsty, there was a brook nearby, running with sweet ice water. Every time they were hungry, they found sweets in their pockets.
They realised the wind was coming stronger now. Wailing and howling. It was exciting! They went against the wind, proving their strength and resilience, as boys will. Suddenly, they reached the edge of a cliff and he was alone.
His friends were gone.
The wind tousled his hair, like his father, and suddenly voices started speaking. Go on, you can do it, boy. You can take it. You can take a leap, I won't let you go. They were all around him, surrounding him, confusing him. He had to do what they told him--he had to know what it felt like to fly.
Or to fall.
To feel that weightlessness, the tingle of anti-gravity. To feel that release.
He stepped forward, his foot off the edge of the cliff, his heart skipped a beat and he spread out his arms and--
Boom! Greg House woke to the sound of thunder, gasping in his bed. His heart was beating wildly, and memory of the dream faded like breath fog on a cold window. He grasped to remember it, as usual, but he couldn't, as usual.
He resigned himself to not remembering it, and flipped his blanket away. The chill of the morning shocked his thigh, sending razor cuts of pain, through his spine, to his brain. Today was going to be a bad day...He could tell. After two tries he made it out of bed, and hobbled to the kitchen to find his cane. He wasn't hungry, so he had a quick drink of milk and was off to work. It wasn't in accordance with his work ethic to be early, let alone on time. But he didn't want to be alone, not right now. Not today.
He got on his bike, ignoring the rain. Ever present, his fathers' voice whispered to him in his head; a little bit o'pain will do you good, boy. It'll make you strong, like me. You want to be like me, don't you?
He whispered back, despite himself. No. Never. I'll never be like you.He decided had better get to work, ASAP. He didn't want to get too wet. He might even take a clinic hour, or two, today. Shock Cuddy. He grinned.
He had a plan for the day.
Well? Hope its dark in the way I wanted it to be. REVIEW!!
Love,
Lady Merlin