The boy stumbled again, careful to keep hold on the bark of the towering oak, for if he fell he may have not gotten back up again. Gritting his teeth, the teen rose off of his knees, biting his tongue so that the pain may ward off the incoming shadow of sleep. A wry smile clung to his sickly pale face at this metaphor.
Shoving off the oaks' bark, he trudged to the wrought iron gates of Acaine Academy. Sweat trailed down his face, and dark locks of hair plastered to his forehead. Comatose tugged at his being, his legs became lead, his bones became brick. But he couldn't sleep them, that would mean death.
Dragging his rugged form to the gates, he latched onto them, he tugged. His hands didn't respond, the Eversleep stealing even his own body from him. Eyes heavy, he slumped to the ground.
The last thing he could recall was the piercing laugh of something terrible.
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