Good Luck to the Lost [BoyxBoy]

Prologue

A/N: I am such a bad person, I can't finish one idea before another pops in my head... So here we are. Another story... Actually this is the fourth story I have come up with before I've even gotten an eighth of the way through 'While I Wasn't There'... Oops, the other two are still in the making though because I am super lazy. Anyway; without futher or due here is my next story: Good Luck to the Lost.

Also, I know my Prologues suck bad so please try to read Chapter I after you read the Prologues, it dose get better I promise!

Love, Lost~<3

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Dedicated to NyxWaters; my younger sister who gave me the idea for this story. Without her it wouldn't exist! Thank you!

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Prologue

 

‘And the only things left was darkness and the fleeting feeling of what was lost…’ –Writhen D.H.

Everything was swallowed in darkness, a darkness that enveloped everything. Well everything except the insistent pounding in my head. It felt like someone took a jack hammer and stuck it inside my skull, turned it on, then left.

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I felt like I was going to be sick. How can you feel so dizzy when you are sitting down? I mean, I knew I was sitting because even with my eyes squeezed shut I could feel the freezing concrete under my ass. I think it was snowing, I could feel the flurries drift down, landing on my face before melting into little droplets that slid down my cheeks. Wait, it was winter? Since when?

I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn’t, the bright blue neon light before me sent my head aching even more as my eyes felt like they were about to burn out of their sockets. Where was I? What time was it? I fiddled around with the coat I was wearing and found a cell in the third pocket I checked. Pulling it out I noticed how I didn’t recognize the modern touch screen protected by a red cover. I touched the button on the side and the screen came to life.

4:38am Sat, Jan. 1

I squinted at the screen reading the text. Okay, so it was half past four in the fucking morning of the New Year. Year, what year? I racked my brain but I couldn’t remember. Speaking of remembering important details, why do I have a stranger’s phone? I stared at the foreign object in my palm; it was a Samsung Galaxy S4 if I remember correctly. Who does it belong to exactly? Well, whoever it is they should upgrade to the S5.

I placed my hand on the smooth alley wall to steady myself as I stood. I tried gaining my bearings as I looked around; I was standing on some stairs that led down to a door with a glowing neon blue sign that read ‘Night Owl’. I squinted as I concentrated on the sign, somewhere deep inside I had this foreboding feeling, like a knot in the pit of my stomach as if warning me of something I’ve forgotten. I let out a frustrated breath and my vision immediately when foggy. I let out a startled gasp as I stumbled back and tripped over the steps. After landing back on my ass I reached up to touch my face in an attempt to figure out why my vision was foggy. What I found was glasses. I took the spectacles off to look at them; they were simple rectangle plastic frames in red. ‘What kind of dumbass forgets they wear glasses?’ I thought stupidly to myself.