Hoot
Chapter 9
Savior
He imagined a warm place, with a long lost love… and then Roy felt his mind go blank, and he felt at peace. He slipped further into the dark, blackness undeveloped his body, soul, and mind. He smiled. Death didn't seem so bad. The final thing he processed was a warm hand pulling him to the surface. And then he hit rock bottom.
Roy was dreaming. He looked down and saw white clouds. White surrounded him, he was flying in an airplane. He stepped forward, to the edge of the plane, pausing before leaping into the clouds. At first he felt weightless, and then he was falling. The air was blowing his hair back, pricking his eyes, making his clothes cling to him. He spread his arms, feeling the cool air hit his skin. He was gaining speed, as his weight pulled him farther to the ground, and farther from the plane. The white clouds cleared, and he was ground. Realization hit him, how would he land. But he wasn't scared. He was fearless. He dove farther down, pointing his arms straight like he was diving into water. He speeded faster yet, he felt like a bullet. He felt dangerous. Adrenaline ran through him as he let out a loud laugh and scream. He smiled. The ground got closer and closer, but Roy didn't take one second to register that thought. He knew what was coming. He expected it to happen. He imagined the perfect place, an open meadow, with no trees, just the sun shining down on him, warming his skin. He felt like he was flying. Then he hit bottom.
Roy woke up, bolting upright, taking deep gulps of air into his lungs. His skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, making his skin sparkle. He clutched at his shirt, and noticed it was dry, he was dry. He ran his hands through his hair, closing his eyes, taking one last deep breath, slowly slowing his heart to a regular beat. Another dream… He sighed, looking around quickly, his eyes were slightly dilated in shock, and a thought came to mind. Where the hell am I? He suddenly remembered everything. He remembered walking on the beach, and floating in the water… freezing, cold… and then nothing. What happened? He couldn't remember anything after he passed out. He thought he was dead. He thought for sure he was going to die. Roy looked around carefully this time, taking in his surroundings.
He was in a small bed, and in to what looked like an apartment, and it was dimly lit by a small lamp next to where Roy lay. He then saw something move in the shadows. Roy jumped, freezing in his stance. In automatic reflex, he questioned.
"Who's there?" he asked shakily, "and where am I?" He watched the shadow move slowly, and pause for a minute before answering him.
"Your in my apartment." a familiar voice answered quietly. Roy waited for him to answer his first question, and impatiently, asked once more.
"And who are you?" He asked seriously, staring down the shadow. He noticed a sudden change in the atmosphere, it was tense, and unsure. He waited for the person to answer, and after a few minutes, he got his answer. The tall looming figure stepped slowly into the light, revealing himself. Roy was staring at the ground as he heard to footsteps approach, slowly getting closer and closer. The first thing he saw were the things he would be burned into his memory like every other time… A pair of bare feet.
