Lost

"What was that?" he rised "Somethings going on outside" pulling away the blankets his wife woke up "Honey come on" he glanced at her, only to pause his actions, continueing towards the door she got up and followed "Sometimes, sometimes I think you're crazy" he looked back "Thanks for your support" she gave him a distraut look, he hurried down the stairs and pointed at the back "There..." she moved only to be halted by a figure in the shadows "What is that?" it moved quickly towards the side and a sound echoed from the roof "Go hide!" he proclaimed and pushed her up the stairs, veering towards the door he went concordingly to the basment, more sounds echoed around the house, causeing him to flinch smacking into a pole, he went towards a descret safe, although looking almost wall like if you weren't paying attention, he opens it and pulls out a pistol, muttering to himself "Why now?" a loud thud and a scream vibrantly break the silence of his words, he books it up the stairs through the hallway, up the second stair case, to his room to find... "Nothing...." he pants, he quickly searches the room, under the bed, in the closet and bathroom "Nothing, this... no, it doesn't make any sense..." Another scream and the sound of metal clashing together, He stand quickly and rushes towards the window, only seeing a car crash he rushes around the second floor for something, anything of his wife, moveing into the living room he notices something, something of little importance in an important place, a ring on the floor next to the tv, he quickly picks it up and inspects it carefully, "I've never seen this..." he ponders, the phone rings causeing him to swing fast towards it, picking it up "What?!" no answer, he taps his foot "What do you want!?" still nothing, he moves the phone ready to hang up and, a screech, it pierces him inside, He falls to his knees in fear, the dial tone calling his movements, he slams onto the floor with his fists "Why, I... no... this.. no why, why now?" he quickly gathers himself and walks to the phone, he hits the tone and dials a number, some one answears with a deep voice "So now's the time I guess?" he pants "Look, where... where do I have to go" laughter from the darkness of the room "You know where... this fallen of stars is what makes you" he slams on the table "I'm done with your games!! Either tell me where or I'll find you myself!" more laughter, makeing his skin crawl "Your only light is hidden from you... It's the only thing you have left... remember?" he sighs with delt tone "Why, why now?" you can hear the sounds of people outside "There is a time, you shall see" police sirens, makeing there way "Where do I go from here?" The door bell rings makeing him drop the phone, he walks away, looking down the stairs at the door through the window only seeing darkness, he walks down the stairs and opens the door "You have more time than you have blue, but less then you have green" he looks at this figure "No more fucking games!!!" he stares at this figures dark eyes this figure then moves towards him, he backs slowly "You will come with me then" it turns and walks, he follows without remorse, he looks back on his house, he sighs "The only thing you have left remember?" the figure stops and turns towards him, he looks at it with repent "You don't know me!" A deep laughter comes from all sides, the figure turns to an ally "You wish you knew who you are" he shifts looking down this ally, breaking away from saddness "Let's just go" Laughter vield him, he falls into the darkness, the figure unseen.






There is a twitch, he sees himself being carried by two people and... that figure, that lone figure always, he turns and falls they surround him, the figure picks him up "You are awake?" he struggles, he falls again, there is still a faint wind rolling over these people, he is lost in the darkness yet unfound by him, he crawls, a scream echos, he struggles to stand, he walks, he stumbles, the scream subsides, lost forever, though he can still hear it, red falls upon his eyes, he crys, he moans in despair he gets angery upon the ground, he opens his eyes, the pain has yet left, it is ok, he clenches the ground, he knows something's wrong but he is unknowing of it, it hides itself with lies, he yells into the darkness, no one hears him, he is desolate, he is confused with these emotions, he panics, grinding the dirt and grass that follows him, he turns something lies upon a rock the distance away, he yells, nothing, he stirs, another panic, whatever it was, it follows him, he makes a turn, it turns, he starts to run, fear follows him, he loses it, panting, he looks around for anything, nothing wakes him, he is lost himself, the cold hides him from the rest of his world, something grabs him, he fidgets, spastic, the figure returned, he looks at it calmly "Where am I" the figure glances out along his open desert, "No where" this response startles him, he falls into the ice and snow, he calls out, the cold wind takes his words, he stares into his nothingness, water forms around his hands, he lays, drifting upon his desolate, the figure watches, waiting, knowing all but unknowing of his words, watching him, the figure makes a swift move along the icey path laid before, he looks up at this stranded figure, he hasn't known where he is going, the figure, he glares, the figure knows, he stands, the figure continues past him, he stops him, the figure is startled by this, makeing a turn towards him, the man looks into the figure "Where" not a sound, not even the wind blows past, the figure turns and points, far away, there is something, the wind melts the image, he lets pass, the cold makes no mark on either of them, the figure seems boundless, the man follows in this wake, a light follows them, the figure is unnoticeing of this, he takes stand at it, this motion, this new light, he watches it, it splashes in his eyes, he stalks after the figure, walking into his cold darkness, the image, still faint, rises slowly, though brought by it's diminished pace, he watches it, it dazzles him, the figure dispates into the cold fog before him, he ponders, his vision elsewhere, eyes ahead, he walks undistilled by faults in the ice, it darkens around him, he shallows, his reality returns, a flash of panic, he trips, he sees the sideways figure walking closer, his eyes close He is lost in his imagination, he stalls, he turns around in his mind, yet going the same direction, he explores his mind, He doesn't know what he is looking at, an unclouded figure, yet still a feature of nothing, this figure is most of an object with no defineing objects, it is self absorbed, it shifts away, he is unseen.





Desperate sounds echoed down the halls of this mind, sounds of static and words, a context of the wild, he is transfixed upon this confusion, stareing into his darkness, he bring words of his into the static of his mind, "Why" more sounds of nothing, then static, a flash, he is brought to his feet upon a great hill, next to him, the figure resides, he shields his eyes from the blaze, he is pushed slightly forward, he walks, knowing nothing of a direction, much of what is in front of him is all the same, he is sturdy, they walk past the snow into pure light, "be careful" the figure walks past him onto these frozen wastelands, he looks all around him, seeing flat sky against rocky glass, where these mixture collid is what interests him the most, the colors themselves seem to drop right off the page, falling into a distance away from his vision, a cold stare wakes him from this dream, he stares at it for a moment, a shudder in the distance, the breeze takes the imagine, the journy continues, coldly a head of him, the figure stands, the sounds of lightning flash around him, his face, covered in the sorrow of the people, thoughts of them surround him, a spark of life emits from his eyes, his head falls, he drones on without looking, a break in the noise, a silence has befallen him, he pushes on past the blur of his eyes, not the figure is before him but something of a different stature, a polar wind passes it, a loud yet subtle burst on the ground, behind him, the figure had fallen, an icey puddle, the figures eyes showed a midnight black, his reflection, swirlled, he looked back at the other, sticken by harkish surroundings, makes haste towards him, a drop, from his eye, it makes a specticle upon the ground, he makes forth, a deep envy veils him, a turn of tides, a shift of his breeze, he has fallen inside, a shroud of mist veils him from his world, more than thoughts cloud him, worry is his downfall, he doesn't know what to do, he lurches toward the ground, a cloud of ice, he is lost in confusion, worry still makes his unfelt downfall, he trys to gather himself, silently, he waits, his own emotions confuse him, he makes forth with brisk movements, a falling tide, a deep breath, he doesn't know where or what to do, loseing all around him, his silence breaks, a shreak into the cold hard world, why was all of this done to him, why, the only question he has left, why... why.... why....... He starts to walk again, following traces of something in the snow, nothing hidden, only steps of hidden, he breaths deep, almost afraid to follow them, he looks back, the wind blows past him, he seems unshaken, seen at such a distance, a spot, the spot of red darkness, the spot he hates, he clenches his fist and carries on, walking faster this time, a glaunt shadow follows him, he wonders why, his pain filled world, why he, had to endure all of this, no remorse, no guilt, nothing but him left, he has lost sight of his orginal goal, for nothing, to find nothing, he stops, the white clouds move past him, slowly, he looks at his feet, he isn't following the steps any more, he looks around panicked, he trys to follow his own back, but the wind takes him, he looks to the sky, sorrow fills his eyes, he is so lost in this world, regretful, anguish, only a look left his eyes, a dark figure all alone, stares up at the sky, thoughts lost, walking away from everything, running in his mind, a short call, he is startled, a false path, unknowing or not wanting too, he passes a dark hallway, into an enterance of a frost bitten room, nothing but his own thoughts telling him why he is wrong, telling him he lost it all for nothing, he tried, and failed, holdng all the truth he had to tell, to hide it from all reality, to hide it from himself, not one to ask him the truth, he left for the alley way he had entered a long long time ago, walking in his truth, everyone watches, everyone lies, he follows a crooked path to redemption, but not for him, this path was paved for a liar, paved for someone who had been there before, he was stopped, he couldn't help himself but leave his false path for a lie, he held himself scared of why...



He takes a breath, slowly making towards the begining, almost striken, he starts to break down, he stops, resting against the cold hard walls, his soul is hurt, he walks towards the door, key in hand he unlocks it and walks inside, it's cold, it feels as though nothing has changed as he was last here, he can almost hear the sirens, almost feel the heat and the surprise.