bring me back [z.m]

bring me back [z.m]

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" This time, when I looked into his eyes they were bright and full of life. Somewhere in the hazy mixture of colors I could see everything; the good, the bad, even the forgotten. I could see the pure excitement from eight years ago, when he won the school's talent show. I could see the old tear streaks stained on his face from when he was six years old, and fell off his scooter for the first time. It seemed as if all of the emotions that were once drained from his then lifeless demeanor, were sucked back in. In this moment, at 2:45 AM on a rainy Saturday, I knew; I had brought him back."
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*COMPLETED* "Ever since their last interview in Manhattan, New York-" "There is still no sign of the young pop sensation-" "New York has been under lock down since the disappearance of the young lad from One Direction on August 23, 2012. Millions of people across the globe are still looking for the young-" "If you see, hear, or read, any kind of sign that could lead to the finding of-" ________________________________________ Sitting in the dark basement, the young lad was curled up against the wall. Chains cuffed to his hands and feet, a chain also wrapped around his neck. As he looked up at the broken glass of the barred up window he would sadly sing. Only some words were audible from his dry mouth. "-Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?" You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?" Every so often his voice would crack as he cried. The tears passed through his swollen up eyes, as they stung the cuts made all over his face. "No one will be looking for the fag from One Direction. They'll all be happy I'm gone..." More tears would fall from his eyes as the basement door opened up. He knew that his suffering was rather going to continue, or it was going to end now. With his life...

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