Ghosts of Butterflies

Mason could feel the branch groaning under his weight. No, no, no. Not now. This was impossible. He'd been testing the branch for weeks now, and each and every time it held strong.

Except now, when it mattered most.

The branch was going to break.


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Part One: The Lost


Mason always imagined it wouldn't be like this.

It would be peaceful, graceful, quiet. Like falling asleep, gradual, before the close.

That was what he bargained on, what he placed all his hopes on was attaining the sleep he'd been starved from for far too long. But something was wrong. When the drop didn't do it, as he didn't expect it to, he clamped his arms to his side and let the noose tighten around his neck.

The colours were blending together around him, mixing and dancing in what Mason imagined were their particles. Only he was small enough to see them. Everything was going swimmingly, the soft whispers of the trees masked the sounds of his struggling, it was serene. Beautiful. A nest of life nurturing his death.

Creak. Creak. Creak. Mason's breathing came faster and faster. Shit. No. This can't be happening. How could this happen? He'd been testing out this branch for ages, as soon as he'd spied it. It stayed strong even when he'd stood on it, half heartedly attempting to jump while looking around.

Now, he could hear the groaning of the wood being strained by his weight. The noose around his neck kept his head in place, but when the branch breaks, the twelve foot, five inches drop wouldn't kill him. It would hurt, but he didn't need hurt.

Mason just hoped he'd die before the branch broke. Then somebody else could deal with it, but he'd be at peace. He almost was, to be honest. If it wasn't for that goddamned creak-creaking it'd be silent. He was lamenting about how he hadn't brought earplugs when the world, quite literally, came crashing down.

It was so quick, Mason only registered an almighty snap, a whoosh of air, and a brief glimpse of air going down his throat when he landed. All the air was forced out of his lungs, and that feeling of cold, of failure and air and life was the last thing he was aware of before he blacked out.

A/N: sorry about not posting the chapter, I copied and pasted it from my wattpad and thought it had saved, I didn't realise it hadn't :)

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