Need You To Stay (The Run and Go)

Night : Clear

Josh was a quiet boy. a new apartment with new mindsets. The digital clock glowed, 12:46. The boy was the most alive at night but the most disturbed. Big eyes, tight head.

Eyes just a window to dark places and he had just gotten used to not being a prisoner there.

Life was .. life for Dun. Hard, unpleasant, slow. A sleeve of remembrance was stitched onto his arm. What he wanted not needed. The dark was hard. But he didn't need people knowing him for that. He didn't need people knowing him at all.

As the slow boy poured his bowl of cereal, the clock flashed 1 and a knock erupted from his door. It's late and Josh knew no one.

Caution and anxiety arose as the door was opened.

Tyler was small, pale, eyes were blank, fearful. A grey sweater hung off his frail body. Just a suit holding a ghostly soul.

Fading in and out of what is real and what is not, but just in his head, nobody else thought what he thought.

" Need something 304 ?"

Josh always saw the boy disappear into the room down the hall.

"I .. i can't take them .. them on my own"

Soft, raspy, cold. From the pale, chapped lips of the Joseph to the floor.

"Who ? You can't possibly be in trouble"

Josh lead the boy to his couch, believing that the fragile being could never cause harm any to him.

"For, I am not .. not the one you-you know"

Hesitation, concern, and clarity.

"I'll *clear* I can protect you, nothing can hurt you"

The smaller being eyed the floor as if it was the only thing known to man, blurred eyes, mind made of ice melting through his frost like body.

"Is there anyway I could help ?"

Josh scratched his bare chest, he only wore grey sweats and black socks, dull and faded.

Suddenly realizing this, causing a rose tone to rise up on his cheeks.

"I want .. want to k-k hurt .. hurt him"

Eyes were crystals, reflecting all but who he was, all blurred. A wave of paranoia crashed over his state, he was inhaling all the sand.

"Hurt who ? I could always help you if you're not safe."

Joshua worried about this boy and he didn't even know why. Living alone and petrified. So small and fragile, as if the wind could blow and he wouldn't bother stopping it from taking him away.

It would be as if Tyler wanted that to happen, to go and fly to somewhere new.

"It's It's okay, I just got tired of run running, I thought .. thought it was time to go."

Tyler slumped to the ground, Josh laid on the carpet beside him, cold.

Tyler sat frozen as the rigid carpet brushed against the back of Josh.