The Boy who Fell
His spirits were high as he skipped gaily through the meadow. The flowers of multiple colors were in full bloom as blossoms swirled through the open air. Such a majesty of color and warmth, he couldn't help but smile. His wavy brown hair blew back in the gentle breeze giving him a tingling sensation. As he skipped he came across a solemn young boy standing beside a dilapidated well. The stone of the well was worn, a dull mixture of muddy colors and rusty oranges. The boy was dressed in sad white garments, his silver hair hung over his face as he sat with his arms wrapped around his knees. The brown haired boy flashed a friendly smile as he inquired
"What's wrong? Don't you see how beautiful it is out today? The sun is high, the flowers and blooming and the air smells of fresh fruits! Come, dance with me!" he added the last proposition with a hearty laugh as he attempted to wrench the silver haired boy from the grass.
The silver haired boy did not budge, he only sighed deeply before standing. He patted the loose grass that stuck to his behind off and again he sighed. The brown haired boy seemed to not take offense by his seemingly condescending sighing. Finally he spoke
"You're so stupid, dancing around this empty little garden, you don't know anything"
The brown haired boy laughed
"What's that supposed to mean? How could it get any better than it is now? Everyday is fresh, new, exciting, how could anyone ask for more?"
The silver haired boy pointed to the well
"Look down there"
The brown haired boy complied and leaned over slightly, the absence of light and warmth frightened him
"What is that!? There is no sun! No color!"
"That is the reality"
The brown haired boy looked again at the well and then to the boy, his voice suddenly shaking for reasons mysterious to him
"Are you from down there?"
"Then where did you come from?"
"I don't know"
"How do you not know?"
"What does that mean? You think I am lying to you? Where do you get off?"
"No, no, it's just, you don't seem....."
"I understand, but answer me this, don't you want to see what's down there?"
"Why would I want to do that? It's scary, and dark"
"I suppose, ignorance is bliss after all...."
The silver haired boy turned to walk away, stepping slowly through the flowers aimlessly, as though waiting for something, until he heard the brown haired boy speak again
"Ignorance?......I'm not ignorant, I'm just....scared...I..."
"Oh no no" the silver haired boy laughed "it's fine, really! I understand, I have no place to speak after all, I'm too scared to go in too"
The brown haired boy, for the first time, twisted his face with concerned thought. It's not clear what was going through his mind, only that he had himself set on something.
"If I go down....can I ever come back up?"
"How should I know?" a wiry smirk crawled across the silver haired boy's face
"I don't know....I can't...my family and..."
"Of course of course, why throw that all away for some simple curiosities. You should stay where you know everything, leave the unknown as it is, it's too dangerous."
Again the brown haired boy twisted his face, this sitting at the side of the well, feeling the stone and rusted metal on its base. These sensations-cold, wet, rough-he had never felt them before. Inside him he felt trepidation, apprehension, worry, but curiosity was paramount among these.
"I'll go in, but if my feet can't touch the bottom, I want you to pull me up" the brown haired boy said, his voice almost a whisper. A crooked smile came across the face of the silver haired boy before straightening itself
"Why, of course, I'm just as curious as you, I want to know what's down there too" he nodded.
The brown haired boy clung to the ledge and crossed over into the inside of the well, it was cold. The moist air clung to his back, the sensation tingled almost uncomfortably, but still he allowed himself to descend a tad further. He stretched his leg as far down as it could reach, and felt nothing. His grip faltered and for the first time he felt fear, not the apprehensive kind one feels before a tough decision, the tangible, life-saving kind. His skin crawled and grew hot, his forehead dripped with small beads of sweat and his chest throbbed, he felt the ecstasy of 'the rush'. He released his hand from the upper ledge and grabbed onto a loose stone slightly below it, and descended farther
"Don't forget" the brown haired boy began
"Of course of course" the silver haired boy interrupted "here, use this" he fetched a rope.
"What's that?" The brown haired boy inquired, his vision blurred by darkness and unfamiliarity with the object.
The silver haired boy tied it around a sturdy plant of wood that would usually support a bucket and allowed it to fall down the well "If you grab onto that you can go farther and still climb up when you want, or you can just turn back now of course."
The brown haired boy paused and grabbed the rope, it was coarse, rugged, and felt flimsy "Are you sure this is safe?"
The brown haired boy swallowed a heavy gulp as he quickly clung tightly to the rope, it held. Again the fleeting rush of adrenaline hit him and his fear was washed over by a hunger for more. He wrapped his body around the rope and began to climb down. No longer did he persist in asking if the silver haired boy was still there, he only continued his descent. From above he could still hear him
"Are you alright? You sure you don't want to turn back? I can't see you anymore"
but he only kept climbing down, eventually all the light from above was gone and he heard an insidious laugh from above. He paused, but his blind hunger could not be held off long, he continued down further. The cold grew, his chest throbbed harder and harder, his entire body trembled and he relished every second. He felt born anew, the sensations were a rush, a new experience that overwhelmed senses he never knew he had. Suddenly, the rope broke.