A TRUE DESTINY
PART 2
WRITTEN BY GOLDENHEART


FLASHBACK:
What about his window? It was only maybe five or six feet down. It was an easy jump. He silently walked back upstairs. Five or six feet wasn't very far. But from up above, it looked like a bottomess pit. The truth be told, he was a little afraid of heights. Just looking down made his stomach turn. But this was the only way. It was either out the window, or stuck in the house, worrying about dieing from heat exhaustion. So he thought some more....
END FLASHBACK
He glanced around the room, trying to find something that would help him down safely. That's when his eyes came across his light yellow bed sheets. A wide grin spread across his face. He could use the bed sheets as rope. He's seen it done on televison plenty of times. You just rip the bed sheets in two, and tie them together. Then you just climb down carefully, and kazam! Your feet are planted safely on solid ground. It was a little risky, but like he said before. . . It ws the only way.
So he whisked the sheets off the bed, and tossed them on the floor. Then a thought crossed his mind. Wouldn't it be a little odd for his mother to come in and find the room vacant and a bed-sheet rope hanging out the window? His mother would probably call the police and make a fuss about it.... He shook the thought out of his head. He couldn't start thinking about things like that. His mind needed to be clear, considering what he was about to do. Just then, a soft knock on his bedroom door startled him.
He struggled, trying as fast as possible to fit the sheets back on the bed. "Come in!" he shouted as he finished the last sheet. The door slowly cracked open, and his mother's head popped in. there was a wide smile across her face. For some reason, this made him mad. Somewhere in the deepest reigion of his mind, there was a angry voice yelling; Go ahead. Smile while you can. Lock ME in a hot, stuffy room will you? I'll wipe that smile off your face so fast it will make your head spin.
Luckilly, that voice didn't get out. It would've made things a bit stickier. "Come in.." she opened the door and squeezed in, shutting it softly behnd her. Her expression held a note of guilt, but Ash knew better. She was never sorry. He was the only one who could be sorry. But then Ash noticed what she was holding. A tall, clear glass, filled with ice cold water. As she moved, the ice in the water clinked against the glass.
It took everything in Ash's power to keep his mouth from watering. He was never very fond of the beverage, but considering the conditions, he could down it like a bottle of soda. "Listen, I know it's really hot in here, and chances are you want to be outside, but this room... It's a disaster area." Ash winced at those words, he has heard them at least one hundred times, and they are now really getting annoying. Trying to sound cool, he replied: "I know."
"Why don't you take a break?" He thought really hard at this question. If he took a break now, it would be shorter. Maybe only five minutes.
"No thanks mom"
"Are you sure?"
" Ya, but I'll take that glass of water."
"Ok, suit yourself."
He grabbed the water from her hands and began chugging it, not even bothering to breathe. He relished the great feeling of the cool water trickling down his dry throat. After he polished it off, he sighed and handed the cup back to her. She just stood there, as in disbelieving a child of that age drinking something that cold that fast.
"Uh. . .," ash muttered, breaking the silence,
"Thanks for the water, mom."
She still just stood there.
"Oh, your welcome. . ." She smiled strangely, and left the room. Ash listened, waiting to hear his mother's footsteps going down the stairs. Once he was sure that his mother was comletly gone, he turned back to the sheets. He took them off the bed, and layed them on the floor. Now came the hard part. He picked on off the floor and held it with both hands. He pulled as hard as he could, and easilly enough, it ripped right in two, making a loud SHHHHHHHHHIIIIIHHHH sound as it tore in half. At this point, he was in to far to wimp out. He repeated this proccess one more time. Now he had four strips. There were probably more than needed, but better safe than sorry, as his mother would've said.
Now for the next part. He had to remember the knot that they showed him how to do on tv.
Yes!, he remembered! It was right over left, left over right, and then pull them tight. He hoped that this was right. He only has one chance. So after knoting together all the sheets, he tried to estimate how long it was. It looked about seven feet long, maybe even eight. WAY more than enough.
So finally, there was only one more thing to do: tie it to something heavy so he wouln't fall on his ass. The bed-post was perfect. Strong, sturdy, and close to the window. He made one final knot, making sure that it was tied tightly. He pulled, and it didn't budge. Perfect.
He dragged his newly-made sheet rope across the floor and threw it out the window. He was surprised that it hung about a foot above the ground. He must have under estimated the height of his window. And now, the hardest part of all. The decent. He took a deep breath, and climbed onto the narrow window sill. He looked down once more, and thought his heart would nearly stop. He turned away from the window, so that he was kneeling on the sill. He blindly lowered his right foot and wrapped it around the rope. This would be his brake. Then he took both of his hands and held on for dear life. Now only one more thing to do. Lower his left leg and place it against his right one.
But by doing this, he would take all his weight off the window sill and put it all on a couple pieces of cloth. He could fall, the make-shift rope could snap, or the bedpost could give out. He could break both his legs, or even worse, snap his neck.
But he knew he had to do it. It was a do or die situation. He just hoped it wasn't the second one. So, gasping in one last breath, he quickly lowered his leg , expecting the worst. But nothing happened. He just hung there, swaying in the breeze. As he opened his tightly shut eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. And now all he had to do was slide down.
He slightly released the pressure on his left leg, and he slid about a foot down, and then used his right foot to stop. He repeated this, and slid another two feet. One more time, and he should be on the ground. Yes, he did it. Now his feet were planted back on solid ground, and he couldn't be more relieved. He looked up, and felt great that he had accomplished this feat. He felt like the bravest man in the world.
So all that was left was to have a little fun. He thought about going to the pool, it wasn't very far, maybe only two or three miles, but he decided against it. He didn't want to wander too far off. So then he decided to take a stroll in the woods behind his house. Then he would come back, and climb back up the sheets. So off he went towards the woods, expecting only fun, but not expecting the danger lurking at the edge of the woods.
The noon sun hung high, and the devestating heat was overwhelming. He once again used his bare arm to wipe the sweat off his brow. For the first time, Ash wanted to be back at home, sucking down glass after glass of ice cold water. But he trudged on, his limp arms hung to his sides, and his throat as dry as the sahara desert.
By this time he had come across a strange place. Nothing looked farmilliar. Mostly all the trees had an unusal twist, like the ones in a cemetarty, or maybe a horror movie. And that's when he looked down. Down the unbelievably steep rockface, only iches away from the tips of his feet. If he would've taken another step, it would've been his last. His stomach twisted again. All he wanted was to get out of here. But he didn't have a chance to run. something under his foot gave way, and he slipped. His hands clutched at the grass and the rocks, but he continued to fall. Fall all the way down, screaming as he plummeted...

END PART 2

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