Editing old stuff

“Run”


A hitch-

A crack-

A sonic boom:

The speed of sound.

You are running.

You run because it is what you are good at; you are fast. You run because it is who you are; because you always have. Speed has saved you from the most impossible situations; saved you from death. But what you are running from now is far worse than death and all the more inescapable.

You know it is inevitable, but you run anyway. It is the only thing you know how to do.

You've found years and years of being a hero is like years and years of building up calluses, tearing your touch receptors to shreds. And eventually when you are cut you will only notice it when you see those thick oozing drops of crimson slip down the side of your leg.

You are the ever cheery hero; unfazed and always ready for the unexpected. You are unaware of pain; you are unaware of sorrow. But you know it’s all a lie.

You can’t quite recall the exact moment it happened nor how- but you slowly came to find praise seemed empty, smiles felt forced, and you felt sharp pains when you tried to laugh. You started catching yourself doing things you never have before; like counting all the lost ones- the ones you couldn’t save.

When you cry the violent sobs are not the healing kind, slowly inviting the calm with every gasp. It is the empty kind- the kind that makes you wonder if someone upstairs made a boo-boo; if your time on this earth has been overspent. But you can’t leave; not when so many are depending on you.

And that is why you now run.

You run from feeling. You run from memories. You run from yourself.

You are weak.

And you know it.

END.


an emo sonic story i wrote back in high school. i edited it and hopefully made it better? just dabbling in character psyche. nothing big.