Playing with Gravity

[Haleigh Fox]

If I were to jump off this building, gravity will pull me down.
Yes, it will.

Gravity is the pulling force of the magnetic earth. It keeps us in contact with the earth's surface and lets us not drift to space, to the heavens. Nonetheless, it can also kill. A man can fall from a height and splat, gravity takes over. The deadly concrete earth brings forth the dysfunction of the body. Indeed, it is such a double-edged entity.

But that wasn't the gravity I was playing with.

It is the gravity that keeps me on earth, the gravity that pulls me down and the gravity that gives me my weighted heart. An annoyingly all-beneficial gravity, I may say. It is the gravity that chains me on this mortal ground. Long have I wished to be free from it. Long have I spread my wings to lift me up. Long have I tried to fly away. Everything feels so heavy. I am chained on the ground.

So, I chose to kill this gravity with the real gravity;

And there was crushed bones, bruised muscles, bleeding skin,
and a pain that never gets graver.

(Haleigh jumped off the elementary school building, for those who couldn't interpret the post)

[anonymous]

The day had started as usual- the chatter of students, quizzes and lessons, library trips and the like- it was almost tiring to go on through just a whole day, and it...saddened him...to think that he would be facing the same routine for the rest of his life. He cursed his intelligence and power; without both, or at least if he didn't have much of both, he'd face challenges that would test him to the break...unlike now, with him just moving on without a single thought about what he was doing, but succeeding anyway.

What was this success anyway? Was it victory over a hard obstacle? Was it something he would write about one day and inspire others to follow his steps? Was it the joy and contentment in living a peaceful life after such a hard one, with a couple of children bouncing on his knee? Did success really exist..when it was overused in such a manner that he was tired of hearing it?

He walked beneath the pale blue skies, sighing out as he did so, and he realized that everything was...utterly shallow.

Sickening, in fact. And to think he was to live till an undetermined amount of time...he couldn't bare to think of it. He didn't dare hope for a better future.

There was a loud crash, and he turned to see what it was. The sight that met his eyes unnerved him. It was scary beyond comprehension- in fact, it even made him shudder.

"What...the...hell?" he whispered, his hazel eyes wide.

[Haleigh Fox]

Everything was red.

All I could see was the color of my own spattered blood and I can feel it seeping back into the cracks and crevices of my severed self. I can feel how my heart performed its unique role--way too different from a normal person. It was expanding as if it was an aspirator. Yeah, it sucks in the blood then pumps it out again for my entire body to receive. It happened until what was left on the ground was a mere smudge of meager drops of red matter.

Then, my sands stood back up into the pillars it were.

The crushed and comminuted fragments of my bones slowly merged back as good-as-new bones. It had an eerie feeling as I heard and felt the clicking sound of bone lodging into their respective joints.

And I couldn't forget he one I hated the most--the fading sensation of pain, the f*cked up pain.

...

In a blink-of-an-eye magic-like moment, I felt new yet despaired.

[anonymous]

Well, he never knew that he was actually going to regain his composure after that grotesque sight, but never did he know how it was possible for her to survive that fall...and to regenerate that quick.

So, as her body started to return to its normal undamaged state, he closed his gaping mouth and released a sigh of...relief? Had he been holding that breath? He must be unaware of that...no matter how he loved the suffering of another person, he never liked bloody deaths. Or at least, THAT kind of bloody deaths.

But she wasn't dead, now was she? Her body was healing rapidly until she was fully repaired- and he saw how miserable and disappointed the look was upon her fair face. And that disturbed him- yet he himself could understand the said feeling of sadness after an unsuccessful suicide attempt.

He reached out a hand, leaning on his knees to bend a little, the soft breeze playing with his almond locks. Oh well. The best way to deal with dissatisfaction was by drinking coffee, or at least some chocolate. And though he had not met her (in fact this was the first time he had seen her in the campus), he felt like this was a good time to start up on his good deeds.

"Arth thou alright?" He asks.

[Haleigh Fox]

I rose from being prone to the ground with one final snap heard between my right arm and shoulder. It felt like as if nothing had happened. My body felt light again as it used to be; though the real weight roots from deep beneath my heart and despair and melancholy pull it down to the wicked ground. Though I knew all of this would happen no matter how I try, my heart never stops telling me to keep struggling against this fate. It was indeed in an ironic disposition, having full of despair for life and hopes for death.

To my surprise, I saw a hand in front of my face--a helping hand, is it?

If it is...
Then...
I--No!
I don't know! I don't know if I would be happy with it. I don't know if it's something to be pleased about. I even don't know if I would take it!

No. No. No. This is all wrong. Why?!---I mean... Why is a faint voice telling me to reach for it? Do I need help? I don't need any help. In the first place, no one can help me!...

Screw the word 'help'!

--Haleigh's Denial

[anonymous]

She did not take his hand- neither did she knock it away.

And he wasn't surprised. It was understandable that a person like her would not accept such an offer from a stranger; from her looks alone he had deduced that she was the type of person who'd rather not be helped...or so she believes that no one would bother to anyway. He even felt like kicking himself; who was he to lend a hand? They hadn't met, they hadn't exchanged even a short 'hello'. They were strangers to each other, but not entirely of different worlds. He knew, he could tell...they were somewhat alike.

That amused him.

But that didn't mean he would pardon her for ignoring his attempt at being a gentleman. Nobody would do such a thing and remain quiet. And he had no intent to withdraw his hand without getting the explanation for neglecting his offer- even if he knew why. After all, it was probably the same thing that kept him from doing numerous life-saving things: pride.

He let a grin creep slowly onto his smooth face, his eyes partially covered by his crimson locks. The whole thing, this entire situation, humored him. And he did not dare to hide his amusement from the lady.

"Arth thou enjoying thy stay on the floor?" he says, his grin flashing her with his needle-sharp pearly whites. "Or would thee like to take my hand and be hauled up to thy feet, and end further embarrassment?"

[Haleigh Fox]

(OOC: Sorry for the necro post. I have been busy lately.)

You're weak.
You can't save yourself alone.
You are not alone.
You could use some help.
You need it.

Those were the voices who kept ringing in my head. Annoying, yes. As much as I would want to make them stop, they just keep on pestering my firm self. I'm growing tired of listening to such useless premises. They're nothing but non-sense, inapplicable, pointless. I am not someone to believe in those. I know my self much and I know what I want. I know, I don't need any help.

I'm not being stubborn, am I?
I'm not prideful, am I?
I'm not in denial.

Shame on myself, though.

My hand took it, as I wore a shameful face.

[anonymous]

When he at last felt the small weight of her hand in his, he gently pulled her to her feet. He recognized the expression on her face the moment he saw it- her cheeks were flushing, a bright pink, and she was pursing her lips and avoiding his eyes- she was embarrassed, ashamed even. What else could be used for the sudden aura of awkwardness and reluctance around her? Well, he wasn't much of a mind or movement reader, but he could safely assume with these facts...unless of course, she meant another language.

"Why such a sad face, mon ami? thou look as if thou had done such a crime. Fret not, I will not tell a soul about this little event. How about that?" he asked her quietly, smiling a bit.

Then he added, "Thou arth the quiet type, I see. May I tempt thee with something this fine day? Some tea, perhaps? Or my company while you stroll?"

[Haleigh Fox]

Thanks but no thanks. I couldn't take being tended at.

How I wish I could tell that to him. I couldn't be that vocal. Such won't never be a part of me. It has begun to be my dilemma though. In these times, silence could always be implied as an affirmation, which is clearly virtually all my responses for me. Silence has always been my mask. Be it a yes, be it a no, silence has always been my reply. Pitiful and grave, no?

Unconsciously, everything broke. My mouth talked by itself.

"I am sorry. I was just... trying... things."

[anonymous]

"I am sorry. I was just... trying... things."

He was taken by surprise as the words left her mouth, and for a moment he blinked in uncertainty. Her statement had nothing to do with what he had asked earlier; and the way she had said those words, well, he could sense the urgency and hesitation in her as she did so. He understood immediately; she was obviously the type who didn't like opening up, much less to strangers such as he. But everybody had their first time- and, smiling, he told her, "Well, if that's the case, then there's no harm. Just that thou arth safe now, yes, that's what matters."

He bent his head to take a glimpse of the dark stains that decorated the pavement where she had fallen. They weren't as nasty as when she had not been healed, but there were still a few marks left and he knew a lot of people would rather not see them- but it had already dried up, and there was nothing to be done. And yet, he did not find any disappointment there, and there was no spite. He was alright with the bloodstains- however small- as if he had gotten used to the sight of them.

That unnerved him. Just a bit.

"Hey," he began, turning his attention back to the girl. "If thou do not mind...will thou tell me thy name?"

He did not know why he even bothered to ask, of course. She was probably the type of student he'd not care to look for in the future, not even ask help from, so why ask? Was it because he wanted to 'get to know her better'? Or was it because...he cared?

The thought made him smile. Perhaps he did care. She was so uncertain, so depressed, so sick of her own life it seemed, that she went to the extremes of jumping from the building, though she knew too well that it won't kill her. It reminded him so much of himself: wasn't he as mislead when he was...young? Hadn't he tried, so many times even, to finish his life when he knew he couldn't, since his own uncle cared for him? It wouldn't hurt to reach out to a person who wouldn't want to take your hand. And it wouldn't bother him to know that he would become the one who would hinder her from her goals to die...or simply, to hurt herself.

He smiled a little wider, just enough for the sun to catch the pearly whites and gleam unceremoniously. Yes, it wouldn't bother him at all.

[OOC: I lost myself there. >.> Sowee. xDD]

[Haleigh Fox]

I knew it! This boy looks at me, as someone ridiculous and shameful. Obvious enough, I could tell it from his smile and that look on his face. It was talking; I could translate it into words--"Pity..." Sure it conveyed such idea. Who am I to talk and complain though?

I deserve it.

Anyone would think the same. Seeing the way I act, the way I see things, the way I think--all ridiculous to anyone's eye. Should I redeem myself though? I don't need to, probably. I made my own mess; I had to suffer its results. It's just that, I'm not used to being around people as I see their different reactions. I guess I do need to wake up and tell myself, "This is the world..."

"It's... Haleigh."

I took a peripheral glance at that smile.

Pft.

[anonymous]

"It's...Haleigh."

He closed his eyes, mentally adding this fact to his stash of information on other students. This girl was certainly demented, or so he thinks, with the uncanny gift of being able to repair any life-threatening damages...almost invulnerable. How juicy would her life force taste like, he muses to himself, the grin upon his face turning into something more sinister.

He stopped at that.

This Haleigh was obviously unnerved by his straightforwardness, or the awkward position he himself had placed her in. It wasn't really like him to actually feel sympathetic for another depressed student- and he wondered idly if he was really sincere about the whole thing. Perhaps, perhaps not.

Silently he cursed the growing hunger that growled not within his stomach- it was somewhere below the chest, but not precisely there. Even he himself could not properly lay a finger on it; but he knew for sure that he needed to drain someone of their energy now, and this girl before him would just heal herself anyway. And if she doesn't, well, isn't that what she'd always dreamed of? Death?

Sadly that would only cause him trouble, and he cannot afford to have that. Not now.

"Haleigh," he said, as if tasting her foreign name in his mouth. "Such an odd, yet wonderful name. I am Drake. Pleased to be your acquaintance." he is all smiles.

[Haleigh Fox]

Ominous.
Suspicious.
Unexplainable.

This man who went by the name of Drake possessed all those descriptions. His voice had a certain inaudible yet ambient echo that rang inside my head conveying a certain uneasiness to his acquaintance. I couldn't say it's 'danger' per se. Who am I to talk about danger to begin with? I am essentially the danger to my self. But a voice in my head tells me not to be getting myself involved much to this person. After all, I wouldn't enjoy longer conversations. Introductions are enough; nothing beyond that.

This indescribable feeling..
"Avoid", it tells me.

"Yes, I'm pleased too..."

Turning about face, I glanced at him and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry I need to go", I left him scurrying off to a place to get rid of this new gravity that started pulling me down to another clearing.

[anonymous]

She ran off.

Drake couldn't blame her. In fact, that was the same advice he would give her if he was somebody else. But, he sighs, there goes another good energy snack. Another opportunity foiled by instinct and his over excitement.

"I was just trying things..." he remembered her say earlier, and suddenly he realized what she was talking about. Nobody would have understood anyway at first try, but when you repeat the sentence again and again while taking into mind everything you know about her...well, one would understand.

Just trying out...the theory of gravity, maybe? Why would she need to try it out? Unless she meant her own Alice and gravity...yes, it all made sense now.

Taking a mental note of that and the 'keep an eye on her' signal ringing in his head, he wondered why she had decided to turn down his offer of a friendly walk and quite possibly...consoling.

Wait, screw that. He wasn't exactly the right person to console anybody right now, especially the kind of people who were like him. How can he help them if he can't help himself?

It wasn't as if he would be able to harm her anyway- but the world was a small place, and they had years inside the academy. Perhaps there will be another time, when they would meet in more...auspicious circumstances. Another time when this Haleigh would once again try out gravity, or rather, mess with it.

A grin slowly creeping to his face, he walked away, probably somewhere he can read his book peacefully, as he had planned when the day had begun.

[END]