Post by CYRUS AQCUINAS on Aug 16, 2011 16:56:37 GMT -4
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; background-color: #2e2c1e, bTable] YOUCANTRYTOGETMETOSTAY but you know i'll be leaving here today |
Why was he here? Really, in the middle of a forest. The whole idea seemed silly even to him, and Cyrus had been the one who decided to do it. Seeing as his earlier plans of trying to break his fear of silence proved to be useless when he was tackled by a stranger, he figured it wouldn't hurt trying again. Or, it would hurt. Just another thing to power through, though, yeah? The blonde had left three pokeballs at home, only carrying the dratini by the name of Mikros with him, the blue snake like pokemon resting inside her pokeball as Cyrus walked. It was almost too much to handle, but he was controlling himself. His shoulders were tense, but he kept a mask on, for nobody but himself. It didn't matter if he couldn't see it, he knew it was there. Of course, he knew he couldn't stand the silence around him. He kicked aside some of the loose foliage, sighing as a rustle was heard. He was almost relieved that there were still pokemon around; of course, it would be inevitable that there would be pokemon wherever he went, but the noise still calmed him. He had walked deep into the forest part of pinwheel, letting his trail lead far west. He had managed to go off the beaten path, somehow. Perhaps it was the paranoia that if he followed the trail everybody else did, he would be captured by a pedophile of a hiker, only to never be seen or heard from again. But that was silly, the blonde shook his head and let a nervous smile take over his face as he stared at the ground, feeling his hands shaking slightly against his sides, bringing a sleeve around to wipe the few beads of sweat that had begun to gather on his forehead, off. A shaky sigh rattled through him again, as he was thrown off of his concentration, by something he didn't even know. He gasped a little, feeling his eyes widen and his hands go clammy against each other. The boy started to panic, his pace quickening as he went farther into the wooded area, spooked by his own thoughts. He had to calm himself down; but what was there to do? He looked around, trying to assure himself that nobody was actually there, that he really was completely, and utterly alone. So nobody would stop him. There was noise everywhere around him, white noise that filled his head and shook his frame. And yet, there was silence. Nothing could be comprehended. Was that the scream of a woman, a baby, in the distance? Surely not, that was all in his head. Looking down blankly, he couldn’t even register that they were shaking violently. Mouth slightly agape, he moved off from the semblance of a trail he had made, into the thicker foliage. He could feel himself running, faster, faster. Picking up speed. Crashing into branches. He tired eventually though, and still felt his body reacting violently to the imaginary force. Gasping for air, the boy removed the ever-useful pocketknife from his back pocket, he flicked open the sharpened blade. Another fond memory of the corpse of his father flashed through his mind(one of the best days of his life, to be exact). Staring at his palm, he dug the blade in, following the patterns that had been traced so many times. The small scars were almost invisible now; it had been so long. He held his breath as the crimson line slowly seemed from underneath the skin, feeling the trembles worsen down his spine and shoulders. Never sure why he proceeded with such self mutilation, the boy only stared as the blood dripped down from the lines, eventually trailing down the inside of his wrist, splitting and sliding under his jacket’s sleeve. With a heavy sigh, he slipped the now closed blade back into his pocket, simply staring at the bloody hand as he continued walking. He could feel his legs almost melt beneath him as he stumbled, and he had to support his dead weight on a nearby tree trunk, feeling behind him for the one pokeball he did have with him- Mikros. Hands bloodying the ball and the tree's trunk, Cyrus winced as the open wound rested on the cold metal. "Th-th-this is g-getting out of c-c-c-c-ontrol..." he hissed, releasing the dratini. The little dragon pokemon only looked at her trainer, blankly. Why was he so pale? Why was he shaking? It wasn't cold out... Maybe she could make him feel better? Was he feeling lonely again? The Dratini wrapped itself around Cyrus's ankle, when the boy was off guard. He could feel his whole frame jolt awake with a jolt, as he instinctively kicked the thing away. "NO! God damnit Mikros, we've fucking been over this! Why do you keep forgetting?!" He could hear the sudden anger in his tone, washing away the stutter. He had never spoken to the pokemon in such a way; he hadn't meant to, really. The serpentine pokemon felt the heat rush to her face, as she just sat on the ground and stared up at the trembling trainer, shocked. The blond sighed, resting a hand on his forehead, forgetting about the smears of crimson it would leave. "Sorry, Miko, I-" He what? What was he doing? Cyrus looked around, again, his mind telling him to stop relaxing, to stop waiting around. Letting out another shaky breath, he could only stand, withdrawing the dratini in her pokeball. He would have to apologize later, when he was more under control. For now, the screaming throughout his head would continue. WORDS ;; 953|| TAGGED ;; nokigrey~ || MUSE ;; none || NOTE ;; ttly derp post B| |
