>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Chapter Sixteen: No. More.

Like a sturdy tree,
A good creation can withstand
Even the harshest wind.

However,
Sometimes it can take two,
To stay after a storm.

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(Sometime later)

~C~

I yawn. My arms cross over the table to support my head. This is similar to a pillow. Maybe less comfortable, but it does its job.

My paper flaps by my side. That is what woke me up. Although, I am happy I am awake now. My dreams were dark. I cannot recall any of them, but I know they held no joy.

I look back down at my drawing. I let out a sigh of relief — My stars are still there. For some awful reason, I was worried they would by gone in a flash.

The sky is darker now. Not quite yet is it night. Rather, this time holds the seat for dusk; the beginning of every night. Slowly the sky will descend to darkness. Without the stars, the darkness does take over.

"How is anyone supposed to have any hope without any stars?" I find myself murmuring to myself. This takes form in a more sarcastic tone.

Truly, though. Without any light, how has anyone found their way through? Maybe it is because none of them, at least the two alive people I know, have forgotten what a star ever was. It must be hard to miss something that you cannot remember.

— Well, not really. Not for me, at least. I miss what I cannot remember. I don't know what I miss. There is just a large, ever-growing gap in my heart. I need that filled.

Outside, both August and April still work. I believe they find joy in their work. Why else would they spend so many long hours of their lives out there? Hmph, meanwhile I fell asleep. I am supposed to be keeping watch.

I find a gap in my memory. Somehow, I went from being at the window, to coming back here. Wait, how did that window get opened? Was it not barricaded?

'Shut up, me,' I tell myself in April's voice. April is terrifying. That is how I know I will listen.

I am just overthinking. It must have always been no barricades on it. No, but there was. I distinctly remember that; especially when I first came here. I am not being delirious.

I will just ask August when he comes back. I would ask April, but April is too... April. Maybe if she could just tone down her anger. That might not be possible, though. Her anger is who she is. She can't change who she is — No one can!

— Except for me. My old self was no where near as pathetic as I am now. Again with the stupid thoughts. I want no more of them. I should get a guide on how to toss out too many thoughts. Too much pity-partying.

Suddenly, my attention is snapped back to outside. Something crashed down on someone. My eyesight is a bit blurry, so it takes a moment for me to register what is happening.

That "something" is a plant of sorts. It fell on August. April is trying to heave it off of him, but her frail attempts do no help. Her fiery eyes land on me.

Her sharp voice cries out. It could shatter the fragile place we live in. She should be more careful. However we all know that is hopeless.

It finally reaches my ears. "C! Dammit, C, come help me!"

I dash over to her. A sharp pain cries out by my abdomen again. I push this aside. I am a surprisingly good runner. If only I could run away from my worries... No. Stop. Anyways, in no time, I am beside her.

The rough bark catches my attention. My hands dig into it. It has a hard texture, and yet my fingers can slip into its rotten insides. This is disgusting! However, I have to help a good friend. He has been nothing but kind to me, so this is the least I could do.

I heave out a large huff. This is hard. Even with two people, we both still struggle. Both of us use our weight and strength, no matter how much we have, to heave this thing off.

My arms feel like they will just fall off. The darkening sky is no help. Neither is April's dissatisfied glares. Really, what is her problem?

What is satisfying, is when it finally rolls off. It spins off quickly. Before anyone can do anything to stop the wild thing, it crashes into the wall. It creates a large hole in the fence. Our only barrier between that barren world, and our own.

August seems unaware of what happened. "Thank you," He mumbles to us.

I nod to him, and April scowls a few words to him. She loves scowling. I am tense; I have a horrific feeling in my gut. I see figures off in the distance. They ride on the backs of strange animals towards us, at a very fast pace.

Then, I notice a long, silvery item in one of their hands. I notice that they all have these. A sharp memory comes to me. One which involves these items, although not owned by the same person, or persons.

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A/N: :O

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