Lost Cause

Going Home

I walked out of the hospital in my jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. James was walking closely behind me as I slowed down. He's now walking next to me only for me to reach for his hand. James looks down at his hand and smiles.
"Do you remember yet?" He asks as I nod my head slowly. He looked forward walking next to me. The feeling of his warm hand intertwined with mine makes me smile. I still don't remember much, I do remember the crash and the sirens. After I was rushed to the hospital, I blacked out. Guessing I lost my memory. James says I know him, saying how we were childhood friends. I don't remember him though, so I've asked him to help me. I still cant shake this feeling that I have off, I cant quite explain what it is though. We stop in front of an apartment building. James hands me a key with the number 14B on it. I walk up the stairs in the building looking at all the numbers on the doors. I stop at a door that has the number 14B on it. I put the key up to the door handle as I try to unlock the door, but my hand is shaking to much. James grabs my hand leading it to the handle as I put the key in and turn it. The door opens as I walk inside only to black out.

I see a couch facing away from me, but facing a TV. Another room off to the side was dark, a dim light shinning. Curiously I try walking to it before the light gets brighter and brighter before everything goes white.

I open my eyes to a worried face. Tears streaming down my cheeks. My eyes focus on James's beautiful dark brown eyes, as I feel a slight sickness in my stomach. I get up running to the sink in the kitchen across the living room. I hear James hurry over to me, as he starts rubbing my back gently as I vomit into the sink. Once I finish hovering over the sink, I feel someone pick me up bridle style. I enter a room with a king sized bed and a desk next to it with a desk top on it. James sets me on the bed covering me up in the blankets. I make grabby hands at him, as he turns around and walks back over to the bed, and lays there with me stroking my hair. I slowly close my eyes as I drift to sleep.

Looking around seeing a hallway of doors. I walk over to one trying to open it, but soon after seeing that its locked. I go to the next one and the same thing happens again and again for all the doors, until I walk up to a door that is blood red. Creeped out I decided to open it anyway or try. Surprisingly it opened as I see a ginger girl tied up sitting on her knees. With blood and bruises all over her. I get closer to the girl only to see some similarities to her. Is that me? I looked at her face, to my surprise she looked exactly like me. That's when I got that same sick feeling in my stomach as before. Before being able to turn around and run, I start to choke on some sort of black smoke. Before it engulfs me entirely, I see myself smiling. I then begin to laugh hysterically feeling myself being engulfed by the black smoke.

I shot up panting uncontrollably trying to calm myself down. James sleeping next to me, rolls around opening his eyes. He sits up looking at me with a concerning face.
"Bad dream?" He asks with a crack voice as if he new exactly what had happen. I just nod as he pulls me closer to him. Nuzzling in to his warm chest falling asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

~life is just a word we use to describe what we do, life could be anything you want but you have to believe~