|Hills With Hands (standard:romance, 826 words)|
|Author: kesha||Added: Mar 15 2008||Views/Reads: 1425/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Just a story about a fantasy trip sort of thing.|
I kept finding myself on new ground. There was a well worn path, which let me know many had walked before me. What it didn't tell me was how they got through it. That was what I really wanted to know. How did they know what to do? With all this unfamiliar territory, I was beginning to feel homesick. Though everyone had told me that I would make it through, I wasn't so sure. I was scared to death. Would I fail or would I push past like everyone kept saying? I could still hear them yelling at me from the railing that stopped them about a million miles back. Their words were still encouraging me, but at the same time drawing me back towards them. I had been ready to go through it. I had dreamed of it a hundred times before. The only problem was, in my dreams, it didn't show me being terrified. They didn't show my shaking knees and hands. They didn't allow for me to feel the butterflies flying around in my stomach feeling like a feather tickling your ears. Eventually I would have to go through this. Everyone did. It wasn't something that could be escaped. It just seemed that I waited really late in life to go. Not that that would have been my original choice. I would have liked to go through it all before now, but whatever. That is the past and something I can't change now. My mom had always told me that these days would come. They would keep happening for the rest of my life. Maybe not as often as right now, but they would still happen. "You will find yourself in the bushes when you want to be on the paved road." Certain aspects of life are uncontrolable. I, like most people, don't prepare for things that don't have a high chance of happening. As I was walking the length of this worn out, old path, I realized I wasn't alone. Someone was walking towards me. They were coming back. Why? As I neared this person, I could make out their face. I knew this person. It was my friend. When he reached me, he turned to walk with me. We were talking. He explained the whole thing to me. He came back to me because he didn't want me to be by myself. He figured I could use some company. Plus, he was lonely up there. No one was walking with him either. He figured since he had already been here, he could help me find my way safely. I was so glad he was there. It was a safety that I wasn't expecting. As we neared the first mountain, I started to get even more scared. I looked back over my shoulder. Should I just give up? No, I couldn't. Then I would be leaving him alone. I couldn't do that. Not after he came back to help me. However, I wasn't ready to climb over this mountain just yet. So, I asked for a break. We sat at the bottom of the moutain for a little while. Took a nap, talked, got hydrated, and decided it was time to go. He took my hand in his, and helped me find footholds. The entire time we were climbing over, he never let go. He was there when I slipped a little. He made sure to not let me fall or climb back down. When we were on the ground on the other side, I couldn't help but to hug him. He had just helped me jump that first hurdle. Now, I was sort of looking forward to the next. With every step we took, we both were pouring our hearts out to each other. We talked of our pasts; all the misfortune we were dealt along with all the merry things as well. We were telling each other stories. It was fun. The next day, we set off again. Talking and holding hands so I wouldn't fall or focus on what was lying ahead. It was mid-day and we stopped for a little break. I was amazed that I could walk so far for so long and not really be all that tired. I was just a little thirsty. He took a few bottles of water out of his backpack. I was nervous about the next climb, but he kept with me. We headed out after only twenty minutes. I was so happy to go through everything with him by my side. Everything seemed so much easier. I told him this often. "Well, I am glad I could be your guide during this journey instead of the TomTom you had installed in your car last year after you got lost going to college for the first time." With this remark, we were both rolling with laughter. It was amazing how he could just say the smallest thing and lighten the mood. Tweet
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