>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Chapter Thirty One: Sane.

A/N: The train of chapters from the perspective of a character named "Hebe" will be silenced for now :(

HOWEVER!! If you like that theme, it is from a book called "Cursed World", so go check it out!!

(The chapters taken from it for "Falling Upwards" have been squished together, as in the actual book the chapters are usually quite short as I did not have the time for longer chapters back then)

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Jk

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Nail-biter.
Why,
You seem like one of those...
Nail-biters.

Tell me now,
Stay open and clear,
With every word,
To spill out of your mouth.

Does it capture you?
Still you?
Make you fear,
To utter a word for help?
T
Do you stay there,
Absorbed in your fear,
And take it out on your nails,
So they are no longer than a hair?

Now I see -
I see the difference,
Between you,
And I,

You get mocked,
For your bleeding,
Splintering,
Nails?

Yet,
They are naive,
To what has become of you;
To what has happened.

*~*

(Back to regular time...)

~C~

Ouch. I hit the ground; hard.
Nail-biter.
Why,
You seem like one of those...
Nail-biters.

Tell me now,
Stay open and clear,
With every word,
To spill out of your mouth.

Does it capture you?
Still you?
Make you fear,
To utter a word for help?

Do you stay there,
Absorbed in your fear,
And take it out on your nails,
So they are no longer than a hair?

Now I see -
I see the difference,
Between you,
And I,

You get mocked,
For your bleeding,
Splintering,
Nails?

Yet,
They are naive,
To what has become of you;
To what has happened.

*~*

(Back to regular time...)

~C~

Ouch. I hit the ground; hard. I look down at my hands. They are all full of painful blisters. My head pangs in hurtful wrenches as they take their turns to strike at me. Perhaps I just imagined it.

'Imagined... What?" I ask myself.

Time seems to have slowed. I feel as though I am stuck in a loop. A loop of what may be real, and what may not be true. I smile, and waver back and forth a couple times.

"Move it, imbecile!" That girl grabs my arm, and pulls me forward.

Happy, sad, happy, sad. I don't know. Sometimes it's all so angry. Like roaring fire. I laugh. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. What's up with me today?

Ooh, maybe it's tonight. Today, tonight. One star, two stars, no stars. They all went bye-bye! The sand is sandy. It goes swish-swish as I crawl around. I am kinda dizzy like a busy bee. That's funny.

A hand thrashes over my face. Maybe to snap me out of my daze. I like this though. I feel just like a little kid. This is a happy feeling. Maybe. Maybe not.

The hand goes faster and faster. Then there is a scowl. A loud, angry scowl. Oh my, why so angry? What did I do wrong? I have just been existing.

"Good grief, what is wrong with you?" She whispers in a hiss.