Broken Silence

Rope met rock, smacking against each other as his shoes pushed with all his might against stone. Legs shaking, muscles screaming, and throat raw from yelling. Climbing up the mountain, he used all of his willpower to finish strong. "Do it! You need to make it!" he begs himself as he pushes his face against the ropes. Wind froze his face in place, his eyes burning and watery. Red, puffy, and dried out, he wanted to scream but no one would hear so why bother? Mustering all the energy he could, he made it to the top. Winded, sore, tired, and looking like death reincarnated: he crawls on top of the rocks to flatland.

Pulling himself up and laying flat on the rocks below, he could feel his pant leg moisten as the blood drained from his leg. Ripping his shirt off at the bottom he made a makeshift belt and tied it around his leg. Tightening it, he cried in pain as he felt the bone crack once more. Crawling his way across the stones and nature made formations he groaned with each pull his body undertook. Wind howled as a lone wolf does in the distance. Shivering and lips turning blue, shelter too far away he lay there. Begging for death would be too easy, when death was already on its way.

"This is your fault! Why mock me God why?!? Am I a clown?!" He roars to the open air, laughing a drained and forced laugh. He lays there. Mocking death, mocking God, mocking himself. He lays there. His laugh breaking the silence of the day. The cold creeps into his bones, making him ache and shut down. Breathing becomes slower and with each gasp he takes clouds of moisture fill the air and disappear. Wind rattles the trees nearby, shaking leaves off in the numbing air. His system beginning to fail him fully, he knows the end is near. Closing his eyes, he waits to die. Anticipation is the worst part of this, he wills for death to come quicker. The blood on his leg now frozen against his pants. The broken bone numb as the leg turns the darkest shade of blue and purple.

"Take me now. I'm ready. This is my destiny isn't it God?! This is how it ends for me!" It may not always have been like this but now he knows this is how it must end. With one final breath, he is gone.

His body lay there stiff and limp. Turning a bluish grey, he camouflages himself against the rocks. No one around, no one to yell out for, he's all alone. He entered the world alone, he lived in this world alone, and now he died in this world alone. As time went on, he lay there. No noise could be heard for miles except the wind whistling in the silence of the night. Night turned into day and footsteps broke the silence.

"He's over here!"

"We found him!"

Flocking towards him, people raced over to help. Lowering their heads, they were too late. Carrying him to safety arrangements were made. Easing him off of the mountain slow and steady as not to injure him further, they examined him. Blood spattered all over, eyes closed with dark purple veins surrounding his eyelids. Limp muscles proved to be difficult to move. Silence heard as prayers were said, goodbyes made, and he was lowered down into the ground for his final rest. Silence broken as people wept, silence broken by heartbreak. Silence he would never be able to un-silence. Broken silence was no longer his normal. Broken silence would be his last moments on Earth. Broken Silence was his forever.