In Anthony’s opinion, it was a perfect weekend for spending some time outside and enjoying the autumn air; soaking up all the fresh air he could before the sharpness of winter froze everything over. The scent of fallen leaves came up from the ground, color rained down from the network of branched belonging to the trees surrounding the park. It was still early, the sun’s rays casting gold through the spaces in trees as it rose. The boy was still alone, which suited him fine.
Armed with a hoodie, his skateboard and a cigarette he’d snuck from the top of his step-father’s dresser, Anthony propelled himself along the gravel path, hands in his pockets. He stopped when he reached the bowl, staring down into it with a satisfied grin. The whole skate park would be his for an hour if he was lucky— he’d timed himself well. Anthony had known by now that if he’d gotten his ass out of bed early enough, he could get out here before parents brought their kids on scooters and roller skates. He could practice his tricks in peace for the most part.
The boy pulled his headphones down from his head, letting them sit comfortably around his neck, the thrashing guitars still blaring. So far, so good… He felt like a kid in a candy store. Giving another kick, Anthony rolled to the edge of the bowl, pressing his foot gently against the nose of the board, shifting his weight so that the wheels rolled forward. A breeze whipping through his two-toned air, Anthony dropped into the bowl and sped towards the other side. When he reached the opposite edge, he crouched slightly, shoulders tensing as he prepared for the jump. He wanted to execute a simple kickflip, a basic trick that Anthony had preformed one hundred times over. Just as he was beginning to lift, the boy felt a sharp flash of pain behind his eyes, white spots clouding the corners of his vision, directly in front of him, he saw something familiar. Something that didn’t belong.
On instinct, the boy reached to clutch his head. ‘Not now, not fucking now,’ was all he could think as he lost control of the board and crashed against the side of the bowl. With a sickening noise, Anthony’s small body rolled down to the center, his skate board clattering after him.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t fallen off his board before. Hell, he’d fallen plenty of times when he was still learning. What’d shaken him the most was what had happened just before the fall. The… visions as he was calling them were getting much too frequent for his liking. The voices he heard that no one else could, the people he saw that weren’t really there. All of it was definitely not normal and worst of all, it was making even the most basic of tasks difficult for Anthony.
He whined, gingerly picking himself up and cradling his elbow. He hissed when he saw his knees, the denim torn and skin ripped down to bleeding. His elbow ached and his head was throbbing. He cursed again, let out a deep breath and was about to lie back and wallow when he heard the sound of branches snapping. He wasn’t alone in the park.
The eighteen year-old frowned, tugging on his lip ring with his teeth, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Damnit. If someone was here, that means they saw him wipe out.
"Hah. Hah. Yeah, I fell. Okay? Don’t rub it in!"
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