The Eyes

[Shurikane]

This part of the country was pleasing to the eye. The southern wind brought along the light smell of the eastern coast, and the grass, long and never cut, accompanied with a tiny and rough hint of its own; much better than the sharp, slashing scent of fresly cut, chemical grass. It was mid-summer, and part of the landscape was of a dry yellow.



The girl, whoever she was, had been pleasantly walking a few paces ahead of me. She wanted to show me something; she grew more excited every minute, and little by little, her care for her navy blue shirt and pants went away. Once we reached the cliff, her shoes were brown from all the affection she had caught from the dirt.



One hand was raised, and then an index finger. She looked at me. I nodded and took that minute of a break to take a look around. We had arrived at the very top of the hill, and had I dared to look down, I would've seen two hundred feet of clear-cut cliff, brown, rocky, the perfect reproduction of the Roadrunner cartoons I used to watch in my childhood.



"Watch." The girl said, her little smile destroying all the intended seriousness of the event.



And then, without any more ceremony, she jumped.



It had been expectable, but I had stood there, intending to know where it would all come to. Besides, she wasn't my child; I didn't have that paranoyed love parents have for their own children. And another argument that put some good weight on my case was that, through the years, I had learned to expect almost anything from a little child.



Yet, it had all taken too long. There had been no scream, no sound, not even a whistle...



Carefully, very carefully, I approached the cliff, and to my peaking surprise, I saw her again, arms and legs outstretched in a spread-eagle, her hair dancing freely, without any concern for the laws of physics. She rose, up, up, and up, until her body was hovering at my eye level. She giggled at her own game. She accomplished a perfect backflip, stood upside-down, layed down on thin air, walked on an imaginary diving board and simulated a cannonball. She cartwheeled in all axes and all directions, spun, flipped again, and then let her eyes close for a few seconds. Her body went limp, she stopped moving, she relaxed.



And then, her eyes opened, brighter than ever before. She straitened herself up, and moved herself to hover in front of me, just beyond the cliff, out of reach by inches at most.



"See?" She said. "It's easy!"



I looked down. The cliff was indeed imposing, but something within me was begging to give it a shot. I took off my windbreaker coat and set it aside under a rock, where it wouldn't fly away. Once that was done, once I was standing an inch away from the jump, in my old T-Shirt and my jeans, I felt ready.



So, I went ahead and jumped too.



I was assaulted by the wind of my descent. The ground approached at an ever increasing rate. I put all my thoughts on hovering and flying, a new experience I was certain I would like very much. It was quite ironic, to see me smile as I closed the gap between body and ground.



A pocket of turbulence tumbled me over. I was now facing up. I spread my limbs to the four cardinal points, ready to meet the experience with open arms. But it didn't come. My back was pierced, my bones cracked and snapped out of their place. My stomach was shredded by a pointed piece of stone, the impact strong enough to kill me from one end to another, stabbed on a giant nature-made sword.



The point of the rock was fresh, gloss red. My eyes began to go blind from newfound liquid red lenses. I could now barely see what was around me. Whenever I blinked, more blood came to replace what I had just pushed away.



I was never rescued. The girl was busy watching the beautiful sky, and the coming sunset. Her chin was buried in her palms, her legs swinging back and forth, her clothes free from floor pressure. She was peacefully watching, her floor nothing but a few parcels of air.



And I, the sad narrator, died on this day, trying to do the same.

[Tobias]

wow...that was quite amazing...i have to say that i really liked that, and that it was really well writen. Im completely floored by this piece of writing...awesome job shuri...that really touched me

that is all

[Katana]

Woah. Dude, that was good...I really wish I could have write somthing like that...I'm a good writer, but that's uncomparable...Nice job. :thumbsup:

[Sperrit]

Great stuff Shuri! That's really VERY awsome! I love it! YOu should submitt it for short story contest or something. Really! It's really good!

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