It was all gray.
The skies, the rock trail and cliff side. The heavy clouds that weighed overhead were to the brim with water, ready to pour.
The world seemed lifeless, with the exception of the boy.
His shoe slipped against the rocks and he fell, knee pounding into stone. Despite reaching out with his hand to help cushion the fall, the boy cried out and clenched his teeth. He remained still, his one leg sturdy and the other bruised as he took in deep breaths, hunched over. Sweat dripped from his forehead, dripping down on to the arms drooped over his shoulders.
He regained his balance after a moment and wrapped his arm loose under the leg of the other boy he was carrying. His friend was on his back, head occasionally bobbing back and forth. The boy on his back was heavy. Both having the same build, the one found it difficult to carry, and sometimes drag, the other.
He exhaled, and righted himself up, feeling the muscles relax into their normal position. For a moment he felt lightheaded and let the dizziness pass. He looked out over the barren land ahead of him. As it was three days before till now, he saw no one.
He gulped, and felt his stomach rumble. A cool breeze pushed against his back and his friend’s head fell secure on his shoulder, hair brushing itchy against his neck. He trudged on, pulling the weight on his back up a little more.
“Help…” he called out to no one. And he didn’t think his friend could hear him. The boy on his back hadn’t said anything for days.
It was a small call to the air. He knew no one would hear, so he said nothing more.
Breathing, walking, slipping, and sleeping. This was the routine. And he couldn’t do it… not for so long. His shoes were muddy. His hair was filled with dirt.
He glanced over to his right, looking out over the cliff side, where everything fell away forever. Where the sky didn’t have a beginning, where it had no end. Beyond that cliff just seemed like the end of the world. It was death.
The arms of the boy he held, were caked in mud, dirt and blood on hands. Every time he looked down, he could see them, hanging loose.
His vision blurred. He kept walking. The boy felt another fly creep on to his head and he swiped it away. Insects had been living off them for a while. They wouldn’t leave him alone. They wouldn’t leave his friend alone -they’d been slithering on him and eating on him. The constant buzzing, he’d grown used to it.
And he was so … tired.
He slipped. A fall that was slow, one his brain knew he may never get up from. He fell face down into the large rocks, and wanted to sleep.
But the body slipped off his back. Frantically he sobered up reaching blindly for his friend who started to slide off the edge. He latched his fingers around his shirt and his other hand grabbed his wrist.
His friend fell off the edge. Eyes widening, a chill running up his spine, he felt his body being pulled down by gravity with the limp one. He let go of the shirt and grabbed a nearby rock, secure in the ground.
When everything stopped he found himself on the edge of the cliff, hand around the wrist of someone who wouldn’t hold back. The cliff side was pulling him, a large abyss that wanted to eat his friend.
“…come on.” He breathed, desperation in his lungs, his blood and head. “Come on!!” he yelled to no one.
He watched, slowly sliding off with him. But no matter what he said, as long as he waited, as long as he silently pleaded, his friend didn’t move.
The body just hung there, dirt filled, unmoving. His eyes didn’t flutter, they didn’t even twitch. There was no breath in the boy about to be swallowed.
He breathed in and out in disbelief. Denial. How long had he been dead?
Tears building in his eyes, choking up and turning away, he slowly loosened his grip.
His friend dropped as a lifeless stone off the edge, a drop of water in the ocean.
He laid there for a time and cried and cried, and sobbed some more. Eventually he stood up, and kept walking. Around him, a world of lifeless gray.
Just something I came up with today and wrote off the top of my head. I don’t know what it all symbolizes.