The Lost

Tom:

I watch her walk out of the doorway. I press my fingers on the glass. I watch my breath frost on the glass. I trace her outline with my finger. She falls into the arms of that man. I feel a shiver of hate run down my spine. He ruined it all. We used to be so close. I feel tears prickle in my eyes. I turn my back to them. I look into the mirror. I brush my black hair out of my eyes. I fall onto the floor. I start to cry. I hug my shoulders. Why did she leave. I stare around at the pictures of her plastered on my walls. The room in grey and black. I watch the tears on my nose slide onto the floor. I watch the water run across the floor. I remember the day we met. I fall down into a curled ball.

"Tom, come and eat". My mum calls from the living room. I stand up and yank up my jumper. I curl my hands into fists. I feel the world around me start to crash down around my feet. I open the door. I walk into the corridor. The lights pierce my eyes. I cover them with one of my hands. I walk down the corridor.

Casey:

I see his face outlined perfectly in the street light. I run into his arms. I feel his strong arms hold me up. He strokes my face. I pull him into a kiss. I feel our lips together. I push him off and laugh in the night.

"Your going to have to catch me!" I laugh and start to run. His face lights up and he runs towards me and swings me around laughing. I hold onto his neck. He stares at me with those blue eyes and I feel my heart rate pick up. I trace his features with my fingers. He kisses me gently and then takes my arm. We run laughing into the night. I feel butterflies flutter in my stomach as he touches my arm leading me across the street. Car horns blare out at us as we run. He loops his arms around me and we run into the near park. He face tightens.

"What is it?" I ask hugging my arms around his waist. I play with his hair, looking around at the surroundings.

"Nothing, I'm fine." he keeps staring over his shoulder. He pulls me into another kiss. His blue eyes flash in the light. I feel him tighten his grip around me. I struggle out. I turn in the direction that he is looking. I figure runs from the bushes. His black hair is tossed in the wind. His feet franticly beat on the dirt. I keep staring. He pulls my head round to face him. "Sick" he mumbles under his breath as he pulls me by the arm and out of the park. He keeps looking over his shoulder. I feel a sharp beating in my chest. Tom? I think back to the days we were together. Then I think back to Garret. I look up at him and smile. Tom was always a creep anyway. I start to run pulling Garret by the sleeve out of the park and back down into the main street.