The Lost

Tom:

I feel the wind blow my hair. I felt the branches tug at my jumper. I had to follow her. I feel my breathing heavy and thick in my throat. I fall on the mud. I twist my neck. I see her pulling Garret out of the park. My Casey… gone. I slump my head back down on the earth. I breath slowly. What the hell am I doing. I lie on the floor for what seems like hours. I stare out at the flashing lights of the city. The deep blue night sky. I feel tears run down my cheeks. I try to pull myself up but I can’t. I feel my breathing slow. Orange leaves are tugged down from the branches on the trees. I watch them dance in the air. Autumn leaves always reminded me of Casey. Her smile. I feel pain run down my back. I yell out into the frosted air. I sit up and pull my arms around my knees. I struggle with the voices in my head. They tell me to run after her. I push them back. I feel the wind blow away the tears on my cheeks. I walk over to a park bench. I huddle on the wood. I feel sleep pull my head down. I let it lull all the fears and pain in my body. All the hate for Garret….

I'm standing by the shore line. The black waves crash on the rocks. I turn. The men shout insults at me. They gather around me. He hits me. I feel the blood trickle down my cheek. They push my to the floor. I feel the sand on my face. One kicks my side. I feel the blow crack. I feel pain run in my side. I yell out. The tall one bends down and covers my mouth. Makes a 'shhh' sound and brings out a knife. I look up and the last thing I see is Casey. She's being held back by one of the men. Tears run down her face. The knife plunges in my stomach…

I sit up. My whole body is shaking. Sweat pours down my face. I curl in a ball. Garret? Casey. I look up at the night sky. Early sun light pours over the edges of the tower blocks, I lift myself up with my shaking hands. I take one step… two. I hear the voices in my head tell me to run to her. Instead I walk back home.

Casey: 1 year ago:

I sit under the orange and golden trees. Me and Tom lounge on the grass. He slides his hand into mine. I pull away and sit up. What the hell does he think he's doing. He looks hurt. His whole face crumples. I'm about to speak. I feel my heart flutter when I look into those eyes. Full of pain and hate. And love. I open my mouth.

"Hey, you. Your Casey aren’t you?" I flick my head up. Garret and his gang stand behind us. I feel excitement run through my body. I nod. I feel a light sensation in my body. Tom sits up behind me. He nudges me in a jovial way. I don't stop staring at Garret. His blonde hair falling around his face perfectly . Tom tugs my arm. I flick my head around at him staring with anger. His long hair fall into his eyes. It covers his eyes full of remorse and pain. He final gets that I don't want him here and he lets go of my arm quickly. I stand up and walk over to Garret.

"Yep that’s me, Casey. Aren’t you Garret?" I try to act cool but I slip on some of the words like my mouth is surprised it can actually work in his presence. He smiles down at me with his perfect teeth. Tom is still staring at me. "Come on lets go somewhere we can be in private" I say lovingly to Garret, then shooting a poison like  look at Tom. He stumbles to his feet. I think I see tears in his eyes. I sigh. I didn't mean to be that harsh. He walks off into the park. His black jumper and jeans contrasting with the orange leaves. I quickly turn back to Garret. I sigh deeply and we walk off deeper into the park.