10-10-2013, 01:12 PM
"Finally."
The warm breeze touched his skin; the rising sun colored the distant clouds a bright orange. His reward. At last.
This time, it had seemed like Father would never stop. Cipriano's mind twisted and turned as He looked for answers.
The answers to what?
This was not the time to stress his mind even more, however. His reward was waiting. He stepped forward. The water brushed against his feet. It was cold, but comforting.
He breathed in the ocean air and closed his eyes. His mind was at peace, for however long it would last. The breaks were never long. Father's sessions, on the other hand, always seemed to last an eternity.
Life had not always been like this. There were memories hidden deep within his own mind. Sealed away. Father always interfered if he tried to see them. Once, he succeeded. He saw bits and pieces. Fields of softly flowing orange grass. The pinkish hues of distant nebulae.
He gazed into the distance. Calm waters, lit by the stars. Rolling hills.
But no exit.