The Other Side
He climbed and climbed and climbed. His bare toes cracked and bled against mortar and brick. He closed his eyes wishing the struggled away.
"Don't look down," he whispered to the wind. "Don't look down."
Connor Beck knew he had to hurry. Escape was urgent. Imminent. Sweat trickled down his face, into his eyes. His fingertips were numb. His mind raw.
They were coming. He could hear them scratching and clawing. The voices grew louder. Closer. Ever closer.
"Run away," some said.
"Stay with us," cried others.
Connor stopped to catch his breath. He heard himself wheezing. The raspy rattle drowned out the cries, but only for a moment. He looked around, no one was there. He must push on.
Hoisting his jumpsuit-clad leg over the wall's top, he peered down at the oasis stretched before him on the other side. Luscious green foliage beckoned. Clear blue pure waters waved lazily. He had never seen the sun shine so brightly. Emotions caught in Connor's parched throat.
Standing tentatively, his body shook, yet his inhibitions shrank. Jumbled voices filled his head. Louder. Louder. Louder. He had to get away from the voices that had plagued him for months, years, decades.
The other side looked so calm, peaceful, tranquil. "Jump," a lone voice confirmed his decision.
And, so he did. Connor Beck hurled himself into the darkness of The Other Side.