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"Pareidolia is when...
Song for this chapter is First day of my life by Bright eyes and Can you hear me by Unsecret
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Five years ago
I'm falling
I kneel beside his aching body. He can't move; he is incapable of speech. His body remains paralyzed in tormenting pain.
Tears repeatedly blur my vision; I blink hard to clear them. I'm falling deeper, deeper into something so dark the bottom must be unreachable. My shaky hands wrap around cool metal. I look towards him; pained eyes stare back. "I can't." I sob. my voice is weak, a diminutive echo on crumbling ground.
His eyes look pleadingly up at me; he does not want to die this way, and I know I won't leave him like this deep down. I won't let this pain live inside him; I won't let his bones harrow and tare anymore. So, again. I blink and move the cold gun in my hands to rest on his sweaty temple. I slowly, painstakingly, move my arms out in front of me.
The dark grows as I fall, like a mouth consuming me.
He looks into my eyes and seems to say through his that this. This is ok, and I am sorry, I am so, so sorry. He says a thousand apologies with those blue eyes as crestfallen as the broken sea. I understand and nod my head accepting everything he can't say, everything he will never say. This will be our last conversation, another scar that shall be bound to my skin. I shut my eyes, the dark greeting me, and I fire the trigger.
I cage a cry in my throat. Then, with my eyes still closed, I stumble away blindly, unwilling to open my eyes. The sound of the gun resonates in my head long after it has fired, echoing my crime. I fall to my knees, my hands' grasping the wet earth as I heave over with sobs. The rest of my body slowly comes down; I tuck my legs to my chest, crying.
And I'm still falling, the darkness swallowing me.
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Non-sensible thing's have a way of making sensible sense some time's. Hi and thanks for reading the first part of my story! I know your love it the more you read, because I've told you to, joke. But you know what's not a joke that star so please vote +comment 🖖
And if y'all could help by telling me when a grammar error is made it would help me. I'm dyslexic, so I mainly go off sound when writing. -DJR
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