Guilt (closed rp)
Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 5:16 pm
The young man walked quickly along the dirt road, his light red hair unkempt and sticking up at the back, his pale, handsome face smudged from falling into some muddy ground earlier. His movements were jerky, his pace quick, and his eyes seemed to dart round at the undergrowth and forestry around him, as if he expected to be stabbed in the back or devoured by some terrifying monster.
The reason for this was the guilt. Ever since he had dealt that blow to the woman, and her skull had crumpled and the blood had gushed over his foot, the memory had haunted him, plagued his mind and overwhelmed his senses. He had gone into hiding, ignoring messages from his father and staying away from people in general. Roy was a young man who was on the run, and the only thing which concerned him was surviving. The death of his young wife had hardly troubled him.. it had been a sham anyway.. but the news of it shook him to the core. Clearly.. he was next.
He had taken to travelling towards a cliff about a hundred metres or so from the harbour, a clear, people-free place where he could simply sit, weep away his feelings and rid himself of the mind-numbing panic which set in whenever he was forced into the company of others. I dont want to die. Was the only thing which seemed to circle his brain.. all other ideas and dreams had been shoved aside.
He swept aside some tall plants with his left arm, and stepped out of the undergrowth, before breaking out into a run across the rocky ground before the cliff-face, his breathing ragged and loud. He cursed as his trouser leg caught on a bramble, ripping it free, before finally coming to a halt by the cliff-face, hands on knees, breathing deeply. Finally, he was safe. Shaking himself slightly, he stood by the cliff-edge, looking out onto the rocky bay below, letting the sights and sounds of the ocean wash over him, and letting his mind go tranquil.
edit: sorry its closed))
The reason for this was the guilt. Ever since he had dealt that blow to the woman, and her skull had crumpled and the blood had gushed over his foot, the memory had haunted him, plagued his mind and overwhelmed his senses. He had gone into hiding, ignoring messages from his father and staying away from people in general. Roy was a young man who was on the run, and the only thing which concerned him was surviving. The death of his young wife had hardly troubled him.. it had been a sham anyway.. but the news of it shook him to the core. Clearly.. he was next.
He had taken to travelling towards a cliff about a hundred metres or so from the harbour, a clear, people-free place where he could simply sit, weep away his feelings and rid himself of the mind-numbing panic which set in whenever he was forced into the company of others. I dont want to die. Was the only thing which seemed to circle his brain.. all other ideas and dreams had been shoved aside.
He swept aside some tall plants with his left arm, and stepped out of the undergrowth, before breaking out into a run across the rocky ground before the cliff-face, his breathing ragged and loud. He cursed as his trouser leg caught on a bramble, ripping it free, before finally coming to a halt by the cliff-face, hands on knees, breathing deeply. Finally, he was safe. Shaking himself slightly, he stood by the cliff-edge, looking out onto the rocky bay below, letting the sights and sounds of the ocean wash over him, and letting his mind go tranquil.
edit: sorry its closed))