The Lost

Tom:

I'm running. Tears stream down my cheeks. To see his face. So cold and clear. I shake. I stop and fall onto the ground. I crunch up into a tight ball. I should be running. Garret knows I'm alive. But James. I pull out one small crumpled picture in my pocket. I stroke the image slowly. Only its not Casey. Its James with his hand looped over my shoulder. He's protecting me. We look so happy. Our first day in this town and house. The day the dreams began. I flip the image over. My first picture of Casey is sketched on the back. I hug it to my chest. Tears fall un-controllably onto the floor. Why can't I just go. It will save Casey's life. But I want to live to see her smile again. I cough and blood comes up. I wipe it from around my mouth. I look down at the crimson liquid. I stare down at my reflection in the velvet pool. Suddenly I snap from the trance and wipe it on my jeans. I hug my shoulders tightly. I close my eyes. I just picture Casey. Her perfect face and eyes. I scrunch up my face in concentration. I fall into the room. I look at the pictures. The image flickers like a broken TV. I shout into my head. I use all the energy to keep my eyes fixed on Casey. I feel suddenly faint. I open my eyes. James is bending over me. He clasps my hand and smiles hopefully at me. He fades and I shout at the empty space. My head pounds. I reach up to my nose. Blood streams down. I wipe it off with the back of my hand. Tears fall down to meet with the blood on my fingers. I leave them to fall. I stand up from the spot. My legs shake. I walk back to my house. The cold night air prickles on my face. My eyelashes glued together from the crying. I climb under the wiring. The world is so plain. Yet all so wonderful. So perfectly placed. Apart from the area I step on. It ruins the image. I see death. The fingers snaking around my neck and sinking in. I can't stop it.

Casey:

I open my eyes slowly. The world forms into focus. I sit up stunned. The room is completely empty. The window fixed and the walls a bright yellow. I cover my eyes with one hand. I stand up. Something's not right. A hand falls onto my shoulder. I scream. I turn quickly with my hands out-turned. No one stands behind me. I back away. The world sinks into black. It flashes black and red. I'm standing in a room. My face is covering the walls in hundreds of photos. Tom sits in the middle. I start to run to him. The world flickers red. My head pounds. He screams and the buzzing intrudes my mind. I crouch down with my head in my hands. I open my eyes. I sit in my normal grey room. Garret's silhouette is outlined in a gap in the door. I'm huddled in the centre of the room. I breathe slowly. I shake and cry. I hear Garrets footsteps run downstairs. I look up into the mirror. I stroke my brown hair from my eyes. I pull out the pictures and smile down at my happy face. I try to open the latch in the window. It won't budge. I look down at the ground so far below. If I was a body on that floor. So here’s what I wanted my life to be. The perfect popular girl with a perfect boyfriend and perfect grades. But I'm with him. I close my eyes and shake. I breathe slowly and recollect my thoughts. I can't think about the rest. What Tom can see. The dead and the death. It scares me. I sit down on my bed. I fall back. I let my hair fall onto the cushions. Tear stains run down my cheeks. I crumple my face trying to hold back the scream of solitude and anger wanting to escape.

Tom:

I sit in the warehouse. I hug my knees. I look into a puddle from the leaking roof. I run my fingers through the water. I watch my face in the water. Faces look through the surface. I sit backwards. I breathe deeply. I crawl back towards the water. Only my face peers back. I shake. I pull myself upwards. I run towards the door. My heart pounds. I press my back against the door. I slip behind it. I turn as my feet slip into the fading sunlight. I run down the street. I reach Casey's house. I look in through the glass. Garret sits on the other side. I quickly dip behind the wall. I close my eyes and run round the back of the house. I stare up at her window. I wait for her eyes to come into focus in the window. Suddenly she looks down. I stay away but stare into those perfect eyes. So grey and full of emotion.  How her hair falls so beautifully around her face. Tears sneak into the corners of my eyes. I should be climbing up. Helping her live. But I turn my back. I'm being torn between the living and the dead the option of life and death. My whole head pounds. I just want to see her perfect smile again. To hear her laugh. It sends chills down my spine. The richness. I cover my eyes with the back of my hands. I look up. James  stands down the garden path. I run towards him but he fades. I reach out and wave my hand through the air where he stood. I turn my head slowly as I become aware of something behind me. Her father stands across the other end. He points towards her window. I turn and run. As I do so I trip on some boxes. My face slams into the concrete path. I scramble to my feet. I shake as I run back to the warehouse. Tears pour down my cheeks.

Casey:

I walk down the stairs. Everything the same. Nothing alive or breathing. I plaster a fake smile on my cheeks. It repulses me. I reach up to Garret and kiss him. He smiles down at me. His eyes so full of anger and twisted thoughts. I walk past him and into the bathroom. I fill up the sink with water. I look into the mirror. I stare back. My face pale and thin. I don’t look human. I look down into the water and my reflection is warped and twisted… a lot more what I think I look like. I plunge my face into the cold water. I breathe slowly. I let my lungs scream at the water entering them. I force my face down into the pool of water. I shake. A hand throws me back. I stare at Garret. He's shaking. I press my back against the wall. He storms from the room. Only now do I let tears mix with the water on my face. Only then do I pull out the pictures and stare at my face. I walk back over to the mirror. I push my hair out of my eyes. I put on my makeup slowly. I dry my face and clear the tears. I look back up. I yell out. I don't look right. I grab the scissors. I grab a hank of my hair and chop it off. I watch it fall to the floor. I look at the shortened section. I tremble and fall back. I close my eyes. I want someone to hold me. But I only have Garret. I look around at the room. Its only a prison. I slam my hands into my eyes. I tug at my hair. Garret walks in. The room seems to bend around him. He holds a knife. I back away on the floor. He crouches down and whispers in my ear…

"Time to go hunting" He then walks out into the living room. I just picture Tom. Tears fall down my face. I scream into the palms of my hands. I look into a small puddle on the floor. My tears are stained black by my mascara. I stand up and run to the door. I throw it open. I look round for a weapon. I grab a bat. I see Garret leave the kitchen. I swing it into his face. I see the blood fall from his nose. I back away. I grab the keys lying on the floor. I run into the street. My whole body beats.