The Lost

Tom:

I run down the street. Fears and faces fall into my mind. I sit on a bench in the park. The wind blows my hair tossing it violently. I hear someone calling. Casey runs towards me. My perfect Casey. I stand up with shaking legs. Her face is not happy but terrified. I'm about to ask her what happened but she just grabs my hand. I feel the electric touch. My heart beats and I fall over my feet. She pulls me into the warehouse. I swing into the back of some boxes as her momentum pulls me round. I stare into her eyes. She smiles up at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. I rest my hands slowly on her cheeks. I breathe quickly. Her touch is so perfect. I pull her head up. Our lips touch. My whole world swings and wavers. The world seems to stop. Just circle around that one touch and moment. Happy tears are falling from my eyes. I pull back. My heart beats so quickly. Happy tears slide down my cheeks as I smile into her eyes. Suddenly I realise something. This isn't meant to happen. He's coming. A figure bursts through the door. I grab Casey's hand and pull her round some corners. I hear his shouting. My breathing quickens. I see faces in my mind. It hurts my head. I start to slow. Casey keeps tugging my sleeve. I double over with my head in my hands. James keeps flashing in my mind. Then her dad walks up. All the dead start to call to me. I drop onto my knees. Casey keeps tugging on my sleeve. I feel tears force down my face. It hurts. This REALLY hurts. I scream. I hear the footsteps approach. I only see the flickering faces in my eyes. I hold my head in my hands. I dig my fingers into my skin. A hand falls onto my shoulder. Casey yells. I can't concentrate. My head pounds and my eyes hurt. I open them slowly.

"Nice to see you again. I'm here to take what's mine". Garrets face looks down into mine. Our eyes meet. I curl my fingers. I breathe deeply. I punch him full in the face. People stand around me screaming. The whole room shakes. I search for Casey. I grab her and pull.

Casey:

His face is concentrated. He's pale and sweating. He keeps looking around his shoulder. But not looking at Garret. He sees people standing around us. Which I can't see. Just to feel his touch and smile. It brings back memories of when we were friends. Just that idea makes happy thoughts slide through my head and tears down my cheeks. His grip is tightening. I see the strain in his face. I have an odd feeling this was never meant to happen. What we change… by having knowledge of the future. Tom falls over. Tears are streaming down his face. He keeps looking around at invisible faces. It scares him. I back away. I hit something. I look up. Garret stands over me. His eyes are dark and grey. I squint at him. Where was the blue and happiness. He pulls out the knife. I start to shake and scream at him. Not now. I couldn't of caused this. I look down at Tom. He stares up at me. His eyes are misted. The green in them amplified. Its like he's sleeping.

"I can't… ca… can't change it. We can't change it. Casey…" Tom's eyes start to grow. The world fades. Just as this happens Garret forces the knife forward. All the actions around me fade. The knife is touching my skin. I close my eyes. I open them when I feel no pain. I'm sitting in the bathroom. I breathe quickly. Fate. You can't change it. Tears fall around me. There are fixed points in time. Only one choice can change which one will happen. Only two paths. Knowing those paths allow you to change them. But then the world collapses. The choices. Tom tries to save me but dies. Or doesn't and I die. I hold my knees. I can't change it. Neither of us can. Then I remember… Garret. Why I hit him. Tom. Run. RUN!

Tom:

My head flicks up. I'm sitting on the bench. None of it ever happened. A whole universe just collapsed. Because we knew. I stand up and look around. This moment has already happened. Just differently. I wave my hand in the air. I can't change it. The paths are set. I don't know which one to chose. The sky the trees the life. Its like my eyes are finally open. So what's the real path. How can I avoid straying from it. I hear footsteps. Casey? I spin with a light feeling in my stomach. Garret. So that’s why Casey tried to change it. I run with my feet hitting the pavement. My breathing picks up. I just picture my Casey. Her beauty. I hold the feeling. I feel like my whole body is aching and about to collapse. I hear his calling. The knife. The blade glints. I fall and my head hits the floor. I see peoples faces staring at me. Their eyes so dead. I want to yell and shout. Garret bends over me. I feel exhilarated. I won't die. I can't die… not now. I lie on my back staring up at Garret. I smile slowly. I feel insanity run through my bones. I turn my head. Two figures stand amongst the crowd. James and her farther. Each point in a different direction. The two paths. I ignore Garret. I start to stand up. I want to walk to them. To ask for their help. Garret grabs my collar and throws me back. I feel the pain splinter in my head. My vision starts to flicker. I close my eyes and hold onto the light. I'm not in control. I feel the knife running along my chin. I wince at the pain but keep my eyes closed. Fear absorbs me.  I reach up and shove my hands in his face. The knife slips and cuts slightly along my neck. I yell out and hold the gash. My vision blurs. The pain throbs through my body. I stumble to my feet, holding Garret off with my other hand. I run down the street with my neck pulsing with blood. I see the crimson liquid running down my neck. I run to the café. I collapse. I see people run to me. I feel them lifting me with gentle hands. The world fades from focus. I take one pained breath.

Casey:

I sit in the living room. I have my hands tightly clasped between my legs. I keep my eyes closed. I feel so trapped. I feel no tears. Just sadness and fear. I bend over with my head on my knees. I take a deep breath. No way out. No way to be together. And Romeo and Juliet thought they had problems. I snigger at my own small feeling of life. Suddenly the door bursts open. I whip my head up. Garret slides down the door with blood on his shirt. Cold fear runs down my spine. Tears start to fall. An ultimate cold chills my blood. Garret's eyes are misted. He stares down at his hands in disbelief. Then he smiles. I stand up slowly. I want to run to the bathroom and lock the door. He stands up. He grabs my arm. I try to pull away. He pulls me back. Anger and restriction replace the cold. He looks so empty. But he's smiling.

"Stay away from him Casey. Your mine." he whispers into my ear. I shiver slightly. Tears are running down both of our cheeks. He throws me against the wall. "Look what you made me do!" he shouts at me. He storms from the room. I slide down the wall. I look down at the pictures in my pocket. My tears splash onto the surface. I don't want to dream. The dreams scare me. I shake. What did he do. Tom can't be dead. So how badly hurt is he. I rest my head in my palms. I shout at the confusion. The pain. The solitude.