The boy sits and waits, darkness creeps towards him with hurt in its eyes and hate in its soul. The dark was once light only to be shut out and pushed away under sheets of lies and cheats. As his eyes sting with regret they long to go back and erase the memories, for the time it take them to fade is to long and the broken record they are only repeats only to renew them in his mind. A single light is above him as his sits and waits. This light is a calling sign for hungry ghosts and lonely demons, set lose but nowhere near free as they look for sorry on which they can feed. The only way to make it out alive with wrists intact was passed way back when this heart he holds in both hands was torn apart. He stands, his arms drooping and lets the to peices of his heart slip through his fingertips and smash on the blodded ground benieth him. One foot after another the zombie he had now become walks slowly down the ramp with one hand on the railing to guide him into the unknown. Even though this was the exact way he came it was different, more lonely and empty then ever before. "I should have heard about this from you" he whispers to himself. His white shirt stained red from where his heart had leaked. His arms cold, wet but not yet empty as the pain would never go, but only continue to flow. Teeth growing longer, as he felt anyway. Thirsty for blood of noone but himself he starts to run. Wind pushes against his face and freezes the water that seems to be leaking from his eyes. The taps had not been working well for a while now. The hours creep by as light starts to shine, then all of a sudden it is snatched away again and with it all hope or happieness, joy or a normal life with it. He was now one with the night like a vampire, if a vampire could ever be this isolated. This wasted night will be added to the many already left behind alongside the life that used to once be in the body he wears as a shell. Another ending is needed other then the one at the bottom of this bottle and left inside the boxes of white escape he has known for way to long now. He can no longer fake it well enough to please, I can no longer fake it well enough to please everyone, so I will please noone. He is out of lines and out of his mind but can still hear it. It says "take this, you have a headache, dont stop till its gone, its still there, it hurts more then you could ever know". Smoke covers thoughts of sensibility as if it were a cloud blocking the sun from view to kill hope of a nice day, but it kills hope of being seen. Oh how he wishes he wasnt invisible, oh how he wishes he could be seen, oh how I wish you could hear my screams. My fears can be seen, by him, and only me. As I swollow hope, I swollow the longing to be happy, I swollow my way out of here over and over again without thinking, just trying to get rid of the pain in his head.
As my eyes open and I look down my body to find I am wearing nothing of what I was before. Kneedles in my arms and eyes staring at me with tears themselves. I have woken in a place I had not seen, at least could not remember seeing. A strange feeling came over me, and then fear was back. What was I doing here? Who was he and where did he go. What was I doing in the emergency ward of the hospital? Questions and smile came directly for me with whys and what where you thing striking my ears, I saw him. Leaving the room as everyone came towards me. I strained my neck to get a better look and as he rounded the corner he looked back at himself laying on that bed where I was. And as I lay back down again and the doctors surrounded me he was gone...at least...I thought he was gone...

tue...