My Favorite Game

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

At that time, I felt like a rookie sky diver preparing for his first plunge. The cabin door opens to reveal the extreme distance of his fall, which leads to either sheer excitement or eventual death. The naivete that sheltered his fear disappears at the sudden reality of the moment. By then, of course, it is much too late to turn back. The very thought that this was his idea seems absurd to him, and he feels like the only person on the face of the planet. And so he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and

Moreover, the cold air was weaving through my wide open mouth traveling down my throat, through my nerves causing my whole body to quiver. Looking out in front, a sea of arms held straight up to the sky swaying uncontrollably. The rigid metal seat pushed up against my back as I try to move forward, but abruptly the wind swiftly thrusts me back banging my head on the seat as my mind vibrates in circles. Clenching my hands as we slowly

Adrenaline pulsed through my veins like a race car; my knees started to buckle beneath me. My palms and face were sweat soaked with anticipation. My friend encouragingly nudged me forward. Fear trickled down my spine, sending me off the cliff of sanity.

There was no end to the force he exerted onto me. It was endless, it was pure turmoil to me. I was weak. The invasion was two years ago, but this proved I was still no stronger. I was still small, still weak, still less than my attacker. A part of me simply wanted to flee, like that day. I glanced backward, looking for an escape from him.

I yelled out, enraged, I didn’t care if anyone found me. I wanted them to come, I wanted to fuck up those sick bastards like they fucked up my head. I punched the ground, my fists becoming red and blood ridden and skin scraping off in large chunks. I should have acted when I could have, why had I been such a coward and stood there while that Blue Scout beat the life out of Spy?

The momentum forces me to stumble down. I fall on my back, the air knocked out of me. I lay for a moment, attempting to catch my breathe. As I learn to breath again, a heavy thing falls on me. My vision is blocked as a handful of black hair lands on my face. Next to my ear is a set of lips.

I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming and struggling to move my restrained arms. The night guards ripped open the heavy steel door to see what was wrong. The creature was standing in the corner looking right at me. I was pulling my arms against the leather restrains trying to point the naive guards to the cause of my appalling state. The

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

I woke up, like a corpse rises from the grave, my bloodshot eyes flooded with tears. The cool air lulled my throat, dissipating the faint memory of a raging fire and loathsome vultures

I batted my eyelashes lined with sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented to where I was. I felt around the soft bed, waving around my arms frantically. The area next to we was cold; Ross was gone. I pushed my senses to get up, tempting myself with visions

Defeated I cried where a partially formed bird laid it's dead body barely formed seizing in pain. Hurt I limped towards the pavilion. Alone I told adults , teachers,and my parents what happened nothing was done whether they cared or not there wasn't much they could do . This outcasted me as I sat I felt nothing but anger but I could not do anything I was already shown abundantly clear how weak I was by my loss. When it was time go I went to the bus head hung low. I rode that bus ride silent I had nothing to say nor could I my voice feeling horse from the screaming. Once I was home i just laid I was to weak to cry anymore. I didn't go anywhere I was to weak to go anywhere I was physically, emotionally,and mentally worn. Weak I just laid feeling sorry for me and the bird for how weak I

I couldn’t breathe. The rough indents of a palm brushed across my chest, down my thighs, engulfing my body in a warm wave of fearful emotions. Frozen. Motionless. Not again. His lips, both of them, strangling my mouth for air. Senses were overpowering my thoughts and my brain was beginning to solidify. Concepts were forgotten and any strategic ideas removed from my mind. Liquid swept over my cheekbones and I thought it was blood until the salty taste of my own agony filled my mouth. I couldn’t cry… he would know how much he was hurting me… I couldn't give in. Nails were beginning to penetrate my clothes and skin… shaking me… roughly jolting my body against the bed. Air was inhaled through my body one last time before I gave in. No more pain…

Throughout the summers of my high school years, I had a large amount of free time on my hands. My friends and I would usually play video games and hang out indoors since it was scorching hot. We all would go to each other’s house and play console and card games. A particular moment that I recall was when we were playing FIFA 15 and it was a tournament among us. My friend and I made it to the finals where we tied and went into overtime. As we fiercely stared at the television screen, I felt the sweat droplets racing down the side of my face as pressure was building up and time was running out. As the game clock was running down my friend took a wild shot and scored, it was pure luck. Even though I had lost, I felt proud of myself because I wasn’t as experienced at the game compared to the rest. Many more of these tournaments followed throughout the summers.

Vigorously focused on reaching the front I passionately fought my way through undeserving listeners, to then enjoy their slow mind exploring sounds, I slipd into a hypnotic state of mind swaying to the movement of the trancing beat as pulsating vibrations penetrate my whole body from limb to limb to the end. I tried to battle my way through brick walls of people in pursuit of my now lost friends my fight was soon restricted to a slow stumble, step by step, inch by inch, while breathing sweat infested air I viewed humanity on display up close in all its glory in all its disgrace.