Richard, "We burn our bridges behind us", (pg)
Title; We burn our bridges behind us
Characters; Richard
Rating; g (slight pg perhaps)
Words; 356
Disclaimer; I do not own them, I just like playing with them.
A/N; used for lostfichallenge #92: free-for-all.
Feedback's always appreciated.
He wanted to kiss the sky; reach out and touch.
--
Uncontrollable fear and darkness pushing down on him. No more clear skies and outstretched heavens.
He was told it'd be all right in the end.
He didn't believe it.
--
He wanted to understand the sea; breathe in and taste.
--
Thunder and lightening in his head, piercing pain washing over him. No more sounds of the surf and warm beaches.
No more shelter underneath cool trees.
He didn't even remember the beginning, didn't dare hope for an end.
--
He wanted to live of the earth; listen and feel its heart.
--
In and out of consciousness, like stepping in and out of a storming sea of stabbing knives. He couldn't see, tried to keep awake, but his eyes would not listen.
His whole body would not listen.
He didn't know left from right, right from wrong; didn't feel or hear or smell anything.
He tried to talk, but he could not feel his tongue.
--
He wanted passion; perceive and know desire.
--
Relief came in small, sharp intakes of breath.
A small light in the back of his mind lit up.
Then, his heart stopped.
--
The island took only what it wanted, wanted only what it needed; gave what it thought you deserved.
--
Suddenly, as though blinds had been pulled open and sunlight streamed into a pitch-black room, the pain was gone.
Pins and needles, then nothing.
He tried his eyes, saw the sun and felt its heat.
--
He wanted another life; a second chance.
--
New sounds and images entered his mind; broader, more open than he thought it had been before. He could feel the presence of creatures, could hear the wind flowing through a field of flowers that was nowhere to be seen. He could smell the sea that lay underneath the setting sun.
He could feel his heart beating again, slow and steady; but he could not remember.
--
The island had given him what he had asked, but it had taken his memory.
--
"Who is he?"
"His name is Richard. Richard has always been here."
Characters; Richard
Rating; g (slight pg perhaps)
Words; 356
Disclaimer; I do not own them, I just like playing with them.
A/N; used for lostfichallenge #92: free-for-all.
Feedback's always appreciated.
He wanted to kiss the sky; reach out and touch.
--
Uncontrollable fear and darkness pushing down on him. No more clear skies and outstretched heavens.
He was told it'd be all right in the end.
He didn't believe it.
--
He wanted to understand the sea; breathe in and taste.
--
Thunder and lightening in his head, piercing pain washing over him. No more sounds of the surf and warm beaches.
No more shelter underneath cool trees.
He didn't even remember the beginning, didn't dare hope for an end.
--
He wanted to live of the earth; listen and feel its heart.
--
In and out of consciousness, like stepping in and out of a storming sea of stabbing knives. He couldn't see, tried to keep awake, but his eyes would not listen.
His whole body would not listen.
He didn't know left from right, right from wrong; didn't feel or hear or smell anything.
He tried to talk, but he could not feel his tongue.
--
He wanted passion; perceive and know desire.
--
Relief came in small, sharp intakes of breath.
A small light in the back of his mind lit up.
Then, his heart stopped.
--
The island took only what it wanted, wanted only what it needed; gave what it thought you deserved.
--
Suddenly, as though blinds had been pulled open and sunlight streamed into a pitch-black room, the pain was gone.
Pins and needles, then nothing.
He tried his eyes, saw the sun and felt its heat.
--
He wanted another life; a second chance.
--
New sounds and images entered his mind; broader, more open than he thought it had been before. He could feel the presence of creatures, could hear the wind flowing through a field of flowers that was nowhere to be seen. He could smell the sea that lay underneath the setting sun.
He could feel his heart beating again, slow and steady; but he could not remember.
--
The island had given him what he had asked, but it had taken his memory.
--
"Who is he?"
"His name is Richard. Richard has always been here."