Hidden Pasts Chapter Seven
T.k lay frozen as he viewed the knifes rapid decent personally. 'Move, move, move,' his mind screamed constantly , so loudly it confused him. How ironic it would be if his cause of death was his own mind. Either way, if, and that was if he survived this, T.k. was going to have a really big headache. Strangely, the blue eyed boy wandered where he got all this time to think about his future when he was about to die now. T.k. blinked in realization when the thought came to his head as if repeated by some small forgotten voice, 'time appears to slow when you see your own demise'.
The boy abruptly decided to follow his mind, throwing himself left, he allowed the knife to continue it's destined course to the ground. The knife grazed by his face, making it impossible to see where else the knife was heading. As he felt a sharp sting slide down his right arm, T.k. found out. The knife embedded itself in the ground ending it's dramatized journey.
T.k. hissed as he stood up, clutching his right arm, he limped towards the cliff where he heard Judah vaguely calling for help. He took a mild note that he must of sprained his ankle in the fall. 'Why am I going to help someone who is my enemy,' was the thought the crossed his mind more than enough times. But then only time could tell the answer. When he reached the cliff he saw both of Judah's hands grasping the edge weakly. And with further observation , it could easily be told it was a long way down. Judah had not yet seen him as his calls were becoming more desperate.
T.k. suddenly poked his head over the cliff so Judah could see him, and firmly grasped onto one of his arms. "Your going to actually help me", Judah said surprised. "Fully knowing that if you were in the position I was in at this moment I would walk away". T.k. ignored him and continued on with his task. "Judah, if you plan for me to help you, you have to help me help you". T.k. uttered getting slightly annoyed. "And why would I help you"? "Your not helping me your helping yourself ". "So what if I don't want to be helped?" Judah asked. "Then why did you call for help?", T.k. answered with a question. "And who said I was calling for your help" ? Judah replied back. T.k. sighed at the idioticy of it all. Then the boy felt a sudden epiphany, it had to be that Judah did not trust the blonde haired boy. This would have to change. In his most convincing voice T.k. cleared his throat and told his older 'brother' that he would have to give T.k. his other hand for him to be helped off the cliff. Judah's instant "go to hell" followed. "Please", T.k. begged. He didn't want to see another person die knowing he could stop it. T.k. saw Judah slowly take one of his hands off the cliff and T.k. quickly grabbed it. Now all he needed was Judah's other hand.
T.k lay frozen as he viewed the knifes rapid decent personally. 'Move, move, move,' his mind screamed constantly , so loudly it confused him. How ironic it would be if his cause of death was his own mind. Either way, if, and that was if he survived this, T.k. was going to have a really big headache. Strangely, the blue eyed boy wandered where he got all this time to think about his future when he was about to die now. T.k. blinked in realization when the thought came to his head as if repeated by some small forgotten voice, 'time appears to slow when you see your own demise'.
The boy abruptly decided to follow his mind, throwing himself left, he allowed the knife to continue it's destined course to the ground. The knife grazed by his face, making it impossible to see where else the knife was heading. As he felt a sharp sting slide down his right arm, T.k. found out. The knife embedded itself in the ground ending it's dramatized journey.
T.k. hissed as he stood up, clutching his right arm, he limped towards the cliff where he heard Judah vaguely calling for help. He took a mild note that he must of sprained his ankle in the fall. 'Why am I going to help someone who is my enemy,' was the thought the crossed his mind more than enough times. But then only time could tell the answer. When he reached the cliff he saw both of Judah's hands grasping the edge weakly. And with further observation , it could easily be told it was a long way down. Judah had not yet seen him as his calls were becoming more desperate.
T.k. suddenly poked his head over the cliff so Judah could see him, and firmly grasped onto one of his arms. "Your going to actually help me", Judah said surprised. "Fully knowing that if you were in the position I was in at this moment I would walk away". T.k. ignored him and continued on with his task. "Judah, if you plan for me to help you, you have to help me help you". T.k. uttered getting slightly annoyed. "And why would I help you"? "Your not helping me your helping yourself ". "So what if I don't want to be helped?" Judah asked. "Then why did you call for help?", T.k. answered with a question. "And who said I was calling for your help" ? Judah replied back. T.k. sighed at the idioticy of it all. Then the boy felt a sudden epiphany, it had to be that Judah did not trust the blonde haired boy. This would have to change. In his most convincing voice T.k. cleared his throat and told his older 'brother' that he would have to give T.k. his other hand for him to be helped off the cliff. Judah's instant "go to hell" followed. "Please", T.k. begged. He didn't want to see another person die knowing he could stop it. T.k. saw Judah slowly take one of his hands off the cliff and T.k. quickly grabbed it. Now all he needed was Judah's other hand.