Jade Bradford (dimmingsoul) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-01-26 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #september 2017, jade |
Who: Jade
Where: the cemetery, then the road, then his house
When: Monday, September 25th - night
Warnings: creepiness?
Maybe getting out in the fog on his bike hadn't been the best idea. Jade knew it had been suggested by the police that people avoid going out on the roads if they could, but he wasn't sure that applied to people riding bicycles. His decision to go had been made based on the fact that he was bored because he'd been home all day, he felt lonely and with that came the urge to go visit his parents' graves. It had still been technically daylight when he'd left the house, but time had gotten away from him and it was full dark by the time he was ready to leave. Although who the hell could really tell given the fog that hung over the town like a thick blanket?
He'd been feeling strangely uneasy since the day before, anyway, a sensation that nothing had helped him shake. Reading, watching Netflix, napping, chilling with his brother... none of it had seemed to do him any good. And as it turned out, visiting with his parents hadn't helped either. He kept thinking he heard noises beyond the ordinary sounds of a graveyard filled with trees and fog, and finally he felt rattled enough to cut his visit a little short and head home.
Jade almost wanted to call Luke to come and get him but he couldn't quite make himself do it. It wasn't that his brother wouldn't but that Jade would find it embarrassing to act like he was scared of a little bit of fog. Fog that's lingered all day. They even fucking cancelled school for it. He told his brain to shut up as he pedaled along, his heart racing as a car got too close for his comfort. He was probably less than a quarter of a mile from home, and he stopped the bike to regain his nerve and his balance. This was ridiculous, and he should have just stayed home. Once he felt a bit steadier, Jade looked around in preparation for pushing off and saw... something. Something red.
"What the hell?" he mumbled, squinting. It had a shape he could barely see in the thick fog. Had it shifted closer to him? Looked like red eyes. What kind of thing had red eyes?
Jade realized he didn't really want to know the answer to that question, and he began pedaling as fast as he could so he could get to the house and get inside. "Fuck," he mumbled under his breath, realizing he was repeating the word over and over. He could barely see where he was going, and he kept imagining something was pursuing him in the dark. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure there weren't glowing red eyes right behind him, and it was then that his tire encountered what was probably a branch on the sidewalk. At his rate of speed, that was all it took to launch him and the bike to the ground. Face, meet concrete sidewalk.
It hurt like hell, but he was nearing one of his panic-fueled anxiety episodes, and that along with pure adrenaline had him struggling up, scooping up his bike and making a run for his house two blocks away. The bike was left on the lawn as he fled into the house and up to his room, where he collapsed on the floor and curled into a ball, fighting to breathe and ignoring the bloody scrapes that decorated his temple, one cheekbone, chin and the backs of his hands. He'd tend to them later.