Within the Mist- Maylor

Fate

There was no escaping it, it was too much and there was nothing he could do about it. He would do something, but that was the problem, he couldn't. None of what had happened made sense to him, no matter how hard he tried to make it so. It was no use, he was in this alone and no one else could help him with it, no one understood him, not then, not now. He'd always been the one determined to do anything about the situation and find out the answers to the questions that wouldn't stop coming from all directions. And it wasn't anyone's fault either, it was his own and the reality that nobody else cared enough to be on the same page as him. The others tried their best to be there for him and he appreciated every effort they made, but it didn't make much of a difference. Deep down, the sense that they were doing it out of their want to help him out pinged harder the more he looked back on it. It hurt too much, knowing that he was the biggest burden to them at the moment and he didn't blame them at the slightest. He was a problem to himself as well. Why did he have to live like this? What did he ever do to deserve any of it?

Asking questions wasn't going to do him any good so he might as well just kept them inside all along and not had bothered the others with his worries. This was something that he had to deal with on his own, it always had been and always will be. The patience in him dropped with each passing second, daring to take him to a place of memories that haunted him. Where the memories from that night had been buried ever since the incident happened. He wouldn't go to them under any circumstances, it was too dangerous and he knew it, staying away from that area as if his life depended on it. Trying to push the thoughts away, they proved to be too strong, shutting out his efforts to make them leave in an instant. There was no use in fighting it anymore, he would have to come to terms with the events and how there was nothing that he could do to change things, it was too late for that. No matter how much he wished from within him to be able to do something, that would never happen, not as long as he was left without answers. All he wanted was to know the real truth about everything and he'd been left empty handed far too long. Why did he have to be so lost in life? There wasn't a single answer to one of his questions, let alone all of them. He would have to accept that, no more stalling, even if it hurt him to do it but he couldn't bear to keep lying to himself. It couldn't go on forever and that had come to his attention now. It didn't do much to ease the storm of emotions churning up in him and it became too strong at one point.

Without hesitation, it took over him in one wave and everything was let out. The tears spilled from his eyes, no signs of halting soon, one after the other and streaking his face. His shaking body struggling to keep up with what went on the inside, it didn't leave any time left for one moment of peace. Not a chance. He hated everything he ever was and the mess that he was stuck in for life, the hatred he had whoever was behind the mystery that was his life. But that didn't stop the other side of him that thought otherwise, it was only filled with the longing to know the identity of the figure who was behind all of this. That was what his mind stuck on before the realization that would never happen kicked in, fueling the flood of tears that continued streaming out onto his clammy face, not able to take any more of them. His mind overtaken by the horrible memories of that night, nothing stopped their flow until a crash from outside rang loud and clear in his ears. The echoes of the impact lingered in the air that turned into one of unsettling feelings. His sobs were quieted down to a complete stop and the silence in the room became prominent to him, no sounds at all, only the ones of his slowed breathing, struggling to take in any new breaths. He didn't dare to make a noise in the stiff atmosphere morphing into one of nightmares. Settling down, he grasped his trembling hands in a tight grip, leaning deeper into the corner of the room, his safe place. He scrunched closer together, trying to calm himself down from the fear hidden deep within him from taking control. He could do this, there was nothing wrong—

As the thought passed his mind, there was no time to prepare for what happened in that same moment. The lights went out in an instant, the whole place left in a pure pitch black darkness that swallowed everything in sight. Roger's heart dropped without hesitation at the moment, skipping beats with each passing second he was left sitting there, paralyzed with the invisible force that held him in place. The scene fell down to a dead silence, nothing daring to make sound to break it. His breaths slowed down to an almost inaudible level, but struggled to maintain it for long, his small exhales shaking with each breath being released. Cold sweat ran down his forehead, gathering up in the palms of his hands, chilled to the touch. It shivered him to the core, chills running down his spine as his worries went to his full dreaded attention. It tried desperately to make sense of the situation, coming up with any conclusions it could come up with but they proved to be unreasonable.