The Cliff

[Messydesk]

This is going to be incorperated into a story that I still have ideas for, but I just wanted to share it with you guys and see what you thought. I'm not 100% sure on it atm.

 

OH, and I'm aware the name Jack sucks. I still need to change that name.

 

 

 

Simon rocked gently, back and forth, his arms embracing his skinny legs. Harsh winds whipped at his bare arms, numbing all feeling in the almost lifeless body. His cargo pants hardly covered his knees, leaving the rest of his legs to the mercy of nature. The majority of his naked flesh was dominated by goose bumps, but he couldnt feel it. His bare feet touched down on the edge of the cliff as his rock came forth, and then pushed away as he came back. His tears had been cried already, and his voice was too weak to scream.

 

An older man, in his mid thirties, rushed out to the edge of the cliff.

 

Simon? Jack yelled, confused by the sight of his broken friend.

 

Simon ignored the familiar voice and carried on rocking, lost in the trance of motion.

 

Simon? Jack repeated as he drew closer and threw his arms around the hunched up figure in front of him.

 

The warmth was a shock to Simon, and he breathed in sharply. He tried to shrug Jack off with his elbows, but the energy wouldnt come. Jacks arms withdrew and he took off his jacket, before wrapping it around Simon.

 

Simon, what are you doing out here? Youre going to get really sick!

 

Simon turned his head ever so slightly, and looked at Jack through the corner of his eye. He laughed hoarsely. His voice was a rasp whisper Im already sick.

 

Come on, lets get you inside. Ignoring the previous statement, Jacks strong arms reached out and connected around Simons waist.

 

Simon gained a surge of anger, feeling that Jacks even being here was a betrayal, and punched the air blindly. He winded Jack, who had been off his guard, and rose to his feet in one swift movement. The jacket that was only loosely hung on his shoulders fell to the floor, and Simon dived off the cliff.

 

Jack, regaining his balance, moved forward and stared at the raging waters. He could see Simon struggling against the waves, and then he disappeared. Speechless, Jack was frozen to the spot. Simon rolled away from the waves, coughing and spitting everywhere, on the lifeless sands. He was on his back and choking when Jack realized who it was. Jack sprinted down the cliff side, trying to reach the beach.

 

The sloping path took about two minutes at a sprint to get onto the sands of the beach. Jack couldnt see him, cursing the dark, he started screaming his name. Eventually he was sure hed reached the spot where hed seen him. There was nothing there but footprints, that led into the fog.

[Kilo]

This reminds me of a story I wrote, but I won't bore you with the details. This leaves me wanting more, like what disease he had, and what he was thinking instead of how he was feeling.

 

 

 

Simon, what are you doing out here? Youre going to get really sick!

 

I found the exclamation point kind of overplaying the phrase a bit, but other than that it looks like you took some time on it.