Sincerely, the girl who loved you back.

Flashback to darkness

Ivy Run! Come on and pick up your feet."

She yelled with tears gleaming in her eyes, her hair sprawled over her face. She had to keep running; they knew what she saw and now what she knew. The trees were slashing past her face leaving stings cuts down her arms and waist. She knew Ivy wasn't too far behind but she couldn't tell just how far.

The green chilling of the trees about the only thing she could see. It raced past her eyes in faint blurs, past her tearful eyes. It wasn't fair is was like walking on a tightrope but blindfolded and intoxicated. Why was she the one running from this, how did she get tied up in the mess.

Her life before meeting Eve was fine, even though alone it was peaceful. Quiet. 

Her head felt as though little tiny creature were pounding on the walls of her head. It was imbearable pain. All she had was a flimsy thin jacket, black joggers. and a t-shirt. Her ankles were throbbing. heavy steps made it harder and harder to take each next step.

Although her sped increased. She always was good at running but never took it into consideration to try out for a sport keen for that talent. No, she would sit at home. Drowning in the deep music. 

Her cheeks were flushed and the numbness from the cold appeared heavily. She couldn't think, no she couldn't not about anyone. Not about anything. She begged herself to think about something other than the horror she just witnesses. Her throat was tightening by the minute. She was going too fast for Ivy. The faint voice traveled in an echo.

"Quinley, wait! Q-" then silence.

~~~

He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to his chest. Hugging him tightly with her eyes closed tightly, pushing out the so bloody memories of what just happened.  Continuing to run as the darkness overwhelmed his eyes, blinding the path she was running at he felt his touch of the only hope slip away. It was so vivid and clear like something that was actually falling behind. Faint blurs of sound breezed by but became silent. Farther and farther until it was gone.

Though it was not a feeling, she was gone. Sick in her own ways simply couldn't keep up. He went to fast to fast for her. 

He was a boy forced into his own future. His father sculpted him to be cut out as the football jock his farther once was. Pushing him further and further. Until he snapped. Completely dropping out of football, for her, for himself. 

Beaten by his own farther was the lowest point he could have imagine. But it was reality, In someway this is how he connected to Ivy. The the only reason he could understand her. Better than Owen. 

    His heart was beating outside his chest, drums blaring against a rock wall.The colors faded back into her eyes and the sound of his fast breathing. Surrounded his head. The emptiness and cold surrounded him. He was alone.

    "Eve..?" He managed in a small faint voice weaker than normal. His eyes surrounded the area. Trees and more trees. He fell back against the trees directly behind him. Numb to the bone. The air didn't feel cold anymore. Yes, his lungs were suffocating off of the lowest oxygen. His heart playing drums throughout his fingertips. 

He frantically paced his eyes looking for her. Looking for anyone

But then silence.

~~~

Needles, pricking all over his body. The sweet metal taste trickling down his throat. Parts of his sweater ripped and frayed. His limb body cuddled itself under the damp ground. This was the end he thought.

Only having enough strength to lift his body into a cradle sit. He hugged his knees as the tears streamed uncontrollably. His body wimped under the piercing cold. He had lost everything, for nothing.

The boy who surrounded himself with warmth, the boy you looked at and thought it was impossible to have even the slightest grain of darkness. And now he's surrounded by the emptiness and chilling thoughts.

His mind was spinning, a carousel of bright horses and silver men. circling in a fashioned pattern.

He clung onto the memory of his warm house. His happy life. claiming his scattered thoughts. It was like someone was looking into his mind searching for information. And all he could do was let the striking, painful waves pass by.

Clutching the grass with full force, completely ripping it out of any life that was blooming there. Certified pain rushed through his body like a virus determined to enter and infect.He was alone and now his mind was empty. 

Memories flooded back like an acid sea. The horrific videos playing over and over until there was nothing. The blood that was on his hands could be washed off but his mind could never be washed of the horrible memories. The cold was like a steel weapon against his body as it trembled. His heart beat faster and faster

He whispered to himself "Owen hang on for just a little longer"

But then silence.