A Warm Day

One day people are alive, by the next day they are gone.

It had always been a question Cato would ask, where do people go when the die?

That simple question would send Cato through many thoughts and emotions. If the afterlife were burning pits of lava with a devil, Cato was terrified of death. However, if the afterlife was peaceful in cloudy heaven, Cato would feel neutral towards the idea of death.

Just because Cato had many strong opinions towards death, doesn't mean he truly wanted to die. 14 years young, he was at an age that was 'too young too die'. Someone dying at that age, was like trying to collect the seeds from a sunflower before it had bloomed.

It was a pleasant day; not too hot or too cold. It was the perfect weather in Cato's eyes. Although the ground was still moist from the heavy rainfall from the previous night, Cato could endure it.

Pulling his trusty bicycle out of his father's shed was no easy task, but Cato was determined to go on a bicycle ride for once. In the rainy town, it had finally reached the summery months of the year, where there were actually fantastic opportunities to do things rather than remain trapped inside of a building.

The scraping sound of metal on metal irritated Cato, something about the noise made him feel sick. Unable to endure the scraping anymore, Cato pulled his bicycle out of the large pile of junk with great force. As a result of Cato's reckless tug, the handlebars flung out at him and crashed against his forehead, leaving a bruise as red as a clown's nose.

Cato's natural reaction is to rub his forehead with his free hand, while carefully guiding his blessed bicycle towards the shed door. Happily, he jumped on top of the transportation device and wiggled into a comfortable position before speeding off.

He knew the path all too well. Cato lived in a hilly area, which made bike rides so much more funner for him, he would struggle up to the top of a hill, to be rewarded with the fall down the hill. Riding on his bicycle reminded Cato of a fast-paced roller-coaster.

Wind gushed onto his face, being treated with the delicious scent of a neighbourhood barbecue, Cato was having a lot of fun. It felt refreshing to finally be capable of leaving the house and enjoying himself.

There was a road up ahead, and Cato was well aware. He pressed in the opposite direction he had been pedaling to brake, but it wouldn't budge. Alarmed, Cato shoved his leg backwards, but the pedal wouldn't move any direction other than forward.

He pressed his feet against the ground, slipping on the wet pavement below. He wanted to be safe, he wasn't sure if he was going to be fine.

As his last resort, Cato attempted to jump from his speeding bike. Although, it was only then Cato realized that his shirt was tangled around the bicycle's seat. Cato flew forwards, his bicycle pulled into the air by the end of Cato's shirt.

Cato fell on the road, his bicycle's landing on top of his legs. He was tangled, and there were no passing people there to help him. All there were, was an injured Cato, and a terrifying dairy truck driving along the road.

"No!" Cato squeezed out, "Help me! Help mee!"

Reviews

[Adam Walzer]

Good as a whole, but I believe it'd be best if you tried to use his name less often. It seems a bit unnatural the way it is. Other than that I like the way appears to be told from the perspective of someone who knows what this is like.

[Kriss_Rose]

wow. I cannot wait to read more. I love it. It is described so well that you feel as if you are 14. beautiful