Where Can I Go From Here?

*Dayton* · 04-30-2014, 05:51 PM

The male had recently lost a trace of his sanity. An easy thing to say. An impossible thing to grasp. His eyes squinted up to the heavens, where wild clouds painted streaks of alabaster across the sky. The sun seemed to beat down relentlessly, even in the cooling air of autumn. Everything seemed too bright lately, and his head was swinging. Dayton had passed out before, during the incident, and he knew that these were the symptoms, but still nothing had happened. He had survived the entire run from the obsidian beach, where his father had made his reappearance. The russet male shuddered uncontrollably again, that incessant whining sound returning. But now it droned on in a staccato pattern, cut off by his scratched and tired throat.

His steps were growing shakier by the second. He knew what was coming now, and he accepted it gladly. The small male continued to walk, accidentally wading into the tepid waters until his legs were soaked well past the ankles. Then he seemed to stop and cock his head to the side, confused by the new sensation. Why was he wet? His amber eyes trailed down the water he was standing in, watching the dizzying motion of the ripples. Then he began to laugh hoarsely. He saw his last shred of sanity sliding into the depths of the water as patches of black began crowding in.

Then Dayton passed out.
Walk."Talk."Think.

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