Silver & Gold (Scomiche)

The Dark

"Avriel?"

He could hear a voice calling him through the darkness, but his eyes felt like they were sewn shut.

"Please come back to me."

He tried, wanting to focus on that beautiful voice, the only light in the endless nothing pressing into him from all sides, but his eyes wouldn't cooperate. He shifted his head to the side, hoping to ease some pressure, but the pain and fear simply returned full force, holding him hostage in his own hellish nightmare.

Somehow one voice still managed to break through the shrieks and screams his poisoned mind created to bombard his senses.

"Please. Just open your eyes. I need you to open your eyes."

He tried, desperately reaching for salvation, but soon the darkness, the nothing claimed him once more.

~~~

Scott was trying to bring up his mood. It wasn't easy.

He tried putting on some music and dancing around while making breakfast, and that worked for a little while. Sarah loved music and she danced and hopped around in circles as Scott moved around the kitchen. Just watching the happy little creature prance and jump about was enough to send him into giggles. He tossed her a piece of bacon which she missed. It landed across her nose, which resulted in even more laughter. It was, of course, only a matter of time before the music & lyrics hit home and he and Sarah were back to their melancholy silence as they ate, missing their other halves just like always.

He was sweeping the floor while Sarah angrily chased the broom when the doorbell rang and interrupted their game. He froze, panic paralyzing him momentarily. Sarah, the naughty little thing, took advantage and the broom was suddenly aflame and Scott was stomping it out. "Sarah! What the hell!?"

She snorted a puff of smoke happily.

"Bad! Bad dragon!"

She didn't seem all that phased by his words and just growl/talked a bit back at him.

He managed to put out the fire without much damage to the floor, the broom however...

Then the doorbell rang again... and again.

"COMING..."

He shoved the broom in the closet and picked up Sarah, hurried her into the bedroom and set her on the bed. "Please, I'm begging you... stay in here and be silent. Just this once please."

Sarah just watched him for a second but then laid down as if she were bored.

The bell went off again and Scott knew exactly who it was before he'd even opened the door.

"Jesus, Scott were you in China or something?"

"Ummm...no. Just... incident in the kitchen."

Kirstie pushed past him and walked inside. "I haven't heard from you in awhile. I was starting to get worried."

"Well, nothing to worry about. I'm fine, really." He tried to stay near the door to hint that this was a bad time, but Kirstie either didn't get the hint or didn't give a damn and she headed for the living room.

"Well maybe if you'd answer the 1500 calls and texts I've sent then I wouldn't be so worried. Scott, you can't live holed up forever."

"And why can't I? Isn't that what artists do?"