Being Brave Part I

Chapter 2

      Cory was sprinting. He was sprinting faster than he ever did in his whole life. He didn't care where his feet would take him or where his body would point toward next. What mattered now was he was sprinting.  A voice kept saying in his head; "Just keep sprinting, don't look back, Just keep sprinting, don't look back, just keep sprinting, just keep sprinting, just keep sprinting..." He had never felt this feeling of exhilaration before. He could not explain to himself how he was able to obtain this sudden strength of his. It was as if a tiny energy inside his soul had finally revealed itself to him, running through his blood and veins, and for that moment, he forgot about all the pain in his body.

       Finally, he stopped to catch his breath. He turned to the right and saw a familiar object: it was the old shack he and his friends used to go to whenever they needed to get away from all their troubles. Here they talked about their day, set up their club, told stories, ate lunch, played games and even slept there on a few separate occasions. Cory ran towards it, hoping to bring back some old memories.  Just as he opened the door, his foot slipped, and he somersaulted across the room, hitting the wall. Only strangely, he didn't actually hit the wall. Rather, he went through it, and not as in "smash the wall" through it, but through it as in passing through another time, another place, another chance.

      Cory closed his eyes, wishing for it all to stop as he continued to somersault through this unfamiliar experience. Sound and wind surrounded him like a blanket of energy. Everything was dark. It seemed as though there was no end to it.  Finally, without warning, he landed flat on his back in a pile of mud.