The Lost

Casey:

I open my eyes. I sit in the room. I really can't do anything. I hug my knees. To see Tom die. Tears fall down my face. I caused it. I killed him. I don't ever want to do that again. I keep my mouth open and take deep breaths. I can't live with out him. That’s the point I really can't. So why kill him when I can't live. There's not much point anyway. I'm stuck. He has a chance. I look out of the window. I see his face. His hands cover his eyes. He turns and I reach out. I pull back my hand. I stare down at the floor. I feel his eyes rest on me. I look up but he's already walking away. I feel tears well in my eyes. Fresh and new. He made the same choice. The same path. I see him. And I see another. His brother James. He's hardly there. I smile and close my eyes. He should do it just for James. I stand up. I turn just one last time to see him turn a corner. Tears fall down my cheeks. I walk away. I flop onto my bed. I shake and cry. He's leaving. Gone. I chose this path as well. But to see him go. For a last time. I pull out the pictures. I smile at the images on the back. I like to think he still loves me. But I like to think that he doesn't obsess over me. I know he did. But I think he could be so much. Its all my fault anyway. I chose Garret. I chose this path. I hear Garret and I drop the pictures quickly. I stand up and let him lead me away. Tears fall off my nose. I don't wipe them away.

Tom: 1 month later:

I open my eyes. The world is blurred. I blink rapidly and a focus in on the warehouse. I sit up and look around. Blake lies on the floor snoring. I watch as his chest rise and fall as he blows some of his red hair from his eyes. I met him only a few weeks ago. We made friends… I guess. He helps me keep my mind off… I reach over and grab his shoulders before I start to think about her. He squeals and sits bolt upright.

"What the hell? You crazy?" He shouts. I just laugh. You could say my life is good. I don't think it is. I smile down. An empty smile. Tears start to form in my eyes and I look away. Blake rests his hand on my shoulder gently. For a boy who ran away from home he's pretty good with people. I shake my head and nudge his hand off my shoulder. I had a dream last night. That dream in the forest. I shake at the knife plunging in her stomach. I turn my head slowly.

"Want to go help me out?" I ask smiling at him. His eyes instantly light up. I suddenly feel guilty. I can't mix him up in this mess. Not to mention I chose this path. I shake my head.

"What is it lover boy? Lost your guts?" He says. I whip my head up. How did he know. I move my head to one side questioningly. "I saw the pictures. Pretty cute if you ask me" he smiles with a hint of his evil in his grin. He loves to tease me… but this time I have to resist punching him. I sigh through my nose.

"You have NO idea." I say smugly trying to disperse the angry thoughts buzzing in my head. I snap. I stand up quickly and start to run. I hear him shout but I ignore it. He makes me feel guilty. To enjoy myself. I feel tears of confusion force from my eyes. What the hell am I doing. I run down the road. I slow my pace and come to a halt. I look around at the sky and the snow falling softly from the clouds. I shiver through my thin clothes. I close my eyes and her face pops up. I start to run down the street, my footprints marking my path.

Casey:

I sit on the sofa. I smile up at Garret. I smile up at my Mum. She looks worn and tiered. Only she's going on another business trip. She kisses my cheek softly and walks out the door. The whole room is in silence. Garret winces and walks into my room. I curl up on the sofa. So much for the whole week without Garret. I creep over to my door and peer round the frame. I see him shaking. I look more closely and see him clutching a piece of paper. I squint trying to make out the picture. I start to back away. It’s the photograph. I press my back against the wall. He looks round. I start to run to the bathroom. I rush in and slam the door shut. I press my palms against it holding it shut. He starts to bang on the wood then just sighs. A shiver creeps up my spine.

"Guess I'm just going to have to kill off mr. boyfriend" the calm in his voice scares me. The pressure on the door is released and I open it a crack. He holds a knife in his hand. I just see the edge of his scarf flash through the doorway and then he's gone. I feel tears slide down my cheeks. How could I leave it there. I'm so dumb. I slide down the doorway. I rock backwards and forwards. Tom….

Tom:

I run down the street with the snow blocking my vision. I hear panting behind me and I spin. A shadow ducks under a wall, moves to fast, bangs his head and swears. Blake. His head protrudes from behind the wall. He mutters words under his breath whilst rubbing his forehead. Its hard to keep back a laugh. Its pitch black and only the light from the street lamps light the way. The un-natural yellow highlights the snow. I watch it for what seems like hours. Blake smiles. His pale skin contrasts with his red hair and giant cut on his right cheek. He told me he was mugged… but I think it was something different. Suddenly my whole head buzzes and I feel my legs give way. I fall onto the snow. My eye lids droop and I hear Blake calling my name….

I see Blake fall onto the ground. I reach out but the world starts to flicker. I see a hand in his side. The long pause and the blood falls onto the floor followed by Blake. The world falters and shakes. I scream at his solid and empty eyes….

I shake my head. Blake smiles down at me, ruffling my hair. I smile slowly. Maybe just a dream. Suddenly a hand fly's through the air. Blake gets the blow in the side of his head. He falls onto the snow covered floor. He whimpers. I bend over him before feeling the eyes lying on my back. I slowly move my head upwards. Garret stands above me. I back away with my eyes firmly fixed on Garret. He smiles and pulls out two images. I see them flutter to the ground. They're pictures of Casey. His foot presses down onto them smothering them in the snow. He starts to approach. He snarls though his teeth. He starts to plunge the knife forwards.

"Get away from him!" Screams a voice. I look up and see Blake's face looking at me. But his eyes bulge. He looks down at his side. The knife juts out. He yells. Garret stares at the blood already staining his black and grey checked jumper. I prey for  the knife to stay in him. It holds back the blood. But Garret pulls back. Blood gushes from the cut. Blake stares down at the white snow soaked with red. His eyes flash up and me and look into my eyes. Their scared and large. I scream at Garret. He starts to run with the blood still soaked into his fingers. I rush towards Blake. I catch him just as he begins to fall. I hug his head and lie him down slowly onto the ground. His breathing is rasped. Tears fall down my cheeks and mix with those on his face. He starts to become heavy. I yell at him to wake up. He tried to stop him. I feel his body limp. I lie him down so his cheek is pressed to the snow. I think I hear his laugh just one last time. I look at the blood staining the pure white of the snow. His eyes so brown and intense still and unmoving. His geeky jumper covered in blood. Just one small step down Casey's path and my only friend dies. I take off my scarf and wrap it gently around his neck. Tears pour down my cheeks. He only wanted peace. To get away from bullies and his dad. I shake in the cold. I flick up my hoodie and cover one eye with my black hair. I can't see, the snow blinds me. I start to walk away with tears falling to the floor. Snow flakes settle on my cheeks and I shake with anger. I think I hear him sigh. I shake my head and I run. I run….