Perdita (Lost)

Chapter 6: Old Memories.

*Tap. Tap. Tap.*

Jace cycled through his phone's menu's, looking for one of his I-need-to-drown-my-emotions playlists. He was starting to have "those" thoughts again. The kind that that leave you feeling nauseous and devoid one moment, only to have you angry and afraid the next.

"C'mon, find something loud. Something... abrasive."

*Tap. Tap.*

He found what he had been searching for. A new band that had risen to fame in the states just over the last year, and was making its way across the globe.

He tapped play, and upped his volume to drown out the word.

His thoughts.

He thought about his past, the terrible things he saw take place just a few years ago. The struggles his mom had went through, his own struggles as well.

He kept a slower pace, his head tilted downward. He didn't want to make eye contact with the others walking by. He knew it would only freak them out, though they already seemed to be keeping their space from the big kid.

"As expected."

He walked up his steps and made his way to his mom's apartment. He was glad to be getting inside. Especially since a storm was blowing in.

He opened the door, took off his shoes and walked straight to his room. His mom wouldn't be home yet, she would be out late on a double shift. That suits him just fine.

He set down in his swivel chair, pulling his headphones off and linking his phone to his computer to play his music over the speakers.

He forgot to turn them down.

"Shit!"

He scrambled for the volume knob and twisted it down so his ears wouldn't bleed. And so the neighbors wouldn't give him an ear full.

He started to type in an address to a video streaming site when he heard a *Ding!* through the speakers.

He looked at his phone.

Ex: You up? Or what time is it there? I can never remember ;D

He sighed loudly.

Jace: Yes I'm up. It's only just after 4 p.m.

He plopped his phone down on the desk and browsed for a show to watch.

*Ding! Ding!*

He waited for a while before looking at the texts.

Ex: I can't believe ur in Japan. You just... left. Fkn weird dude.

Ex: Get tired of everyone fighting you so you ran away?

Jace: No. Fuck off.

The boy rolled his eyes and let out another sigh before throwing his phone back to the desk.

*Ding!*

He turned his computer monitor to face his bed, then he rolled his chair over to his bed. When he bumped into the side of it, he rolled off onto the bed.

*Ding!* *Ding!*

"Not answering those. Nope. I'm done with her. She's literally thousands of miles away."

Jace peered at the screen while an old 70s action movie about a hard assed no nonsense detective played. He loved these old action movies. They were so devoid of all the current world bullshit. They felt almost... innocent? No. Nieve? Nah, he didn't know the word. But he knew that he could forget the world watching them.

His eyes started to feel heavy, he wondered about the tiny demon.

"Shoulda got her number... nah, way to forward."

The boy rolled onto his side, adjusting his pillow.

"She's friggen adorable."

His eye lids were getting heavier.

"Hope she still wants to be my guide."

His eyes lids finally slid shut, his mind going black.

Sirens wailed.

Heavy, fast breaths.

Feet turning as fast as possible.

F-father! Sis! Why? You can't be... can't be dead!

YOUR FAULT!

ALL YOUR FAULT!

My fault... but I'm just a kid.

ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!

No! Nonono! I didn't know! I'm sorry!

ALL

YOUR

FAULT!

Stooooop!!

Jace suddenly shot up, his alarm going off. He was breathing heavily and his body was covered in sweat.

"How long was I out? When did I fall asleep? And, man... I missed the best part of the movie!"

He grabbed his phone off the charger and looked at it.

"Ah, hells bells!"

It was time for him to get to school.