I lay in my room, in complete silence, crying for someone that I didn’t know… and wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. The house was empty, unlike the constant buzz it had when my family filled the rooms. But, where were they? What were they doing? And... were they even my family? I couldn’t be sure of anything, much less the whereabouts of my so called siblings and parents. But what I wanted to know was where HE was. The one that could comfort me at time of despair, even though I didn’t even know his name. But... right now I didn't know if he was real either... It seems as if the whole world is empty… nothing but me in what used to be my home. How did it come to this you may ask? Let’s go back, so you can see the entire story of this wreckage…


It was perfect, the wind rushing through my hair, the sun beating down, as I ran through the streets of my small community. Colors filled the streets, but they were all a mere blur. I had to escape my home, even for just an hour, trying to clear my head of what had happened earlier. The houses became more spread out and the road turned to gravel, until I hit a narrow trail. I sat up against a tree and took in the sight of the fall colors, feeling as if this day couldn’t get any better.
Soon, a lot sooner than I would’ve wished, the sun was beginning to sink low in the sky. I knew that if I didn’t get home before the stars, I would be in more trouble than it was worth. I stood and began on my way back to my home. The dark seemed to envelope everything in its path. I heard something, no, someone. It was behind me… mimicking my every move. I felt cold sweat beginning to roll down the back of my neck. I continued towards my home, and when I could see it relief flew over me. As I took a step more, the feeling of relief drained from my body as did the blood from my face. Someone was in front of me, blocking my path with warm hands on my arms, keeping me from moving. As if I could, I was frozen with fear. I looked up in an attempt to see its face, but the dark kept me from it. I felt soft lips grace my cheek. I heard a calming voice whisper to me, “Relax… I’m not going to hurt you…” I could tell it was a man’s voice. From the second I heard it I felt weak. Before I could respond I fell from consciousness, the last thing I saw was the glint of dark eyes looking at me…
When I woke, it was as if nothing had ever happened. I was in my room with the familiar light from the window spreading across the floor. My head was spinning with images of the man, even if I had only seen his eyes. The intensity of his stare burned in my head, but somehow I managed to make it to my feet and to the hall from my bedroom. Looking down through the dimly lighted hall I could see my two sisters sitting at the table, my mother over a pan of popping bacon, and my father watching the sports channel. It was just like any other morning. Last nights events ran through my head, and I began to wonder how I had gotten home. Was it all a dream? No, it couldn’t be. Why weren’t my parents alarmed? If anything I expected to be grounded for coming home late. I walked through the kitchen, heading for the door as I did every morning to get some fresh air. My family continued on their activities, were they not aware of what happened? Apparently not, because last time something like that even came close to happening my mom called the police. The crisp fall air hit my face as I went down the steps to the lush grass. I looked back to where it had happened… and the same feeling came over me again. Did it ever really happen? I started through the forest as I always did, and I knew I was being watched. I turned… and saw his face…
He was in the shadows, seeming to avoid the sunlight, coming closer to me slowly. His stare froze me on the spot. When he came closer, I couldn’t believe what I saw. He fit perfectly with the drawings I had spread over my desk… long dark hair… beautiful eyes with such intensity that I couldn’t look away… perfect dark skin… his presence made me feel safe… and at the same time terrified. He came close to me and smiled crookedly. He brought his hands to my neck, then my shoulders, and down my arms. His warm skin calmed me.
“Everything’s alright…” he whispered, his voice smooth as silk, “I’ll explain… I promise.” I felt his cold breath hit my skin, sending chills down my back. He let out a soft laugh, and it made my whole body feel warm. Who was he? I looked up at him; his face was full of what I saw as delight and awareness.
“W-why are you following me?” I managed to choke out, keeping quieter than I usually talk. He seemed to be in high standards, because I was afraid to make a fool of myself if I attempted to speak. He just put on a sweet smile.
He brought his mysterious, dark eyes down to mine as he said, “I am merely your keeper dear girl… I just thought it was about time for you to know who has been watching over you all these years…” My eyes went wide, for I had no idea that anyone had been watching me. Thoughts started swarming in my head, questions, inferences, everything. It was almost too much for me to handle. His strong hold kept me standing, and smiled as he explained further. “Did you ever wonder why you were never harmed? My dear girl… you have been wanted by many… you are truly special… you hold power that others would kill to have. And who am I to keep you safe, for I do not deserve the honor…” he said in a mesmerizing voice. At the time, I felt as if I was going to faint. All of this coming at once was far too much for me to handle. Apparently this man knew more about me than I did… but still… why would I need a keeper? He said I held power… what power could I possibly have that others would want? Everything began to spin. His presence seemed to make me feel off balance, but at the same time it felt so right, like I was destined to meet this one person and the rest of the world didn’t matter anymore…
His hand left my arm and brought my face to his. His eyes swam with emotion as he stared deeply into mine. The wind blew through his dark chocolate hair (which was longer than mine) and hit my hot face. The cool air felt wonderful, since my skin was burning from a mix of emotion. With a quiet voice, I asked, “Do my parents know about you..?” He smiled crookedly again, and shook his head no.
“No… you are the only one who knows…” he whispered, taking a step back, “We will meet again, soon my dear girl.” Then he was gone. Not a trace that he was there to begin with. The conversation had left me breathless. His voice rang in my head as I fell to my knees among the colorful leaves. So many questions that I wish I could’ve asked. And the feeling he gave me in such a small amount of time, I had never felt anything like it before. What was it? Safety? Comfort? I wasn’t sure… but all I knew was that whatever the feeling was it was gone, and now was replaced with a sick feeling in my stomach. I hated being unsure of anything, and everything happening at once just created a blur in my mind.
“I must be dreaming…” I tried to reason with myself, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe that he wasn’t real. Dizzily I stood, trying to clear my head that was full of semi-important questions. But still the big one remained… who was this man that called himself my keeper?

Trying to steady myself, I leaned against the trunk of a giant oak that was behind me. So many memories were made here from my childhood, and now this just adds another to the list. Again I thought, maybe it was a dream? Maybe I’m sick and waiting to be woken up in a hospital? This was all too real for my liking. I wanted to go home. I started shakily in the direction I thought would lead to my neighborhood, but I was actually wandering deeper and deeper into the woods. As shaken as I was I couldn’t tell that it was turning colder the deeper I went into the trees. Also, for it to be this early, the dark seemed to crawl around me, and then I started hearing things. I didn’t respond to anything. All I could see what his face and all I heard was his voice, calling for me… then I had a thought… if what I saw was real… if HE was real… was he human? Could it have been an angel… a spirit… a demon maybe? Even if he was human… this feeling he gave me was certainly not human nature.
I felt rain… not just rain, but pouring, freezing rain. I felt I was being watched again but it didn’t matter to me. I heard his smooth voice deeper in the woods. I kept going towards it no matter how much my legs ached, and the feeling of what I thought was need came towards me. It made me feel even weaker… but the thought of seeing him again… of feeling the same security I had felt before kept me moving deeper and deeper into the brush. I saw a shadow behind me, but I didn’t dare turn. I kept going towards the soft voice calling my name, Eliza… Eliza…
I kept going. My pace slowed as the rain soaked through my clothes. I was shivering, my dripping wet hair sticking to my face. I had no idea where I was… I only knew was I was going to find him… if it took forever. The shadow still followed behind me, but I continued forward. Lighting struck and I couldn’t go any further. I was in the middle of nowhere. I fell to my hands and knees gasping for breath. The cold was starting to get to me, and the dark was so thick that I couldn’t see much farther than a few inches from my face. I sank lower, first to my elbows, then I was lying in the wet grass. My muscles ached and the cold air seemed to hold me down.
There was a rustle in the leaves; I tried to look up but I couldn’t. Why was I so exhausted after meeting him… that question didn’t matter right now. Suddenly, I felt a glint of warmth come back to my body. Still I was shivering, but someone was holding me. Immediately I thought my dad had found me… but then I heard his voice…
“Why don’t you just leave the poor girl alone?” I heard him say, his voice just as smooth as it was before. I felt my skin leave the ground. A muffled voice said something, but I couldn’t make it out. I felt uneasy again as he said, “Well… I’m taking her with me… she at least deserves to know.” After that was silence, it must have been only seconds, but it felt like hours creeping by with only the pitter-patter of the rain to count…

When I woke it was sunny. Still my hair was soaked and I was shivering, but this time I think more of fear than cold. I pushed myself to sit up, and I felt warm hands on my arms keeping me steady. I blinked my eyes open, seeing his sweet smile. The uneasy feeling came back, but this time it was less intense, I could bear it long enough to get some of the answers I wanted.
“Good morning my dear girl…” he said quietly in a caring voice. I saw a sparkle in his eyes, leaving me dazed for a moment. I adjusted myself to a more comfortable position before I asked him any questions.
I looked up in his eyes and in my hoarse, cracked voice I asked, “C-can you please explain this to me? I-I’m scared and I don’t know what’s going on…” I sounded like a pathetic puppy asking for food. He smiled and moved his hands down my arms. As he did I felt warmth and feeling come back to them.
“My dear girl… I’ll explain it all… but right now isn’t the time,” he said softly, moving his hands to my neck. I couldn’t explain the feeling I had when he touched me. He shifted to one knee and helped me stand. Involuntarily most of my weight was on him.
“M-my parents… h-have they been looking for me?” I asked, clearing my throat. The wind blew softly, rustling his hair as it did before.
“Your parents knew this was coming, they are not alarmed,” he said. His voice mesmerized me; I just went along with everything he said. He softly moved my hair from my face as he asked, “Do you think you can walk? I can explain soon, but I have to get you safe first…” I nodded not even sure of what he had asked. He took a small step and motioned for me to do the same. I attempted to follow but I lost my balance quickly. He caught me before I could even come close to hitting the ground. I looked up at him and he smiled; he took my arm and put it over his shoulders. My cheeks went red as I apologized. He shook his head.
“No, I’m your keeper, it’s my job and I don’t mind one bit,” he said reassuringly, tightening the grip on my hand. He took a step and I followed, allowing him to keep my balance for me. Slowly, we went farther through the trees. I felt so safe with him… like all my worries just melted away…

A good two hours later we stumbled upon what seemed to be a small, hidden shelter. He led me inside; it was a lot larger that it had looked on the outside. We entered a large, open room. Four doors were spaced across the far wall. He led me through the one most to the left, and inside was a spacious room, empty except for a bed in the far corner. Warmth spread to every inch of my body as we entered. Strangely, the place looked familiar... like I had been there before. I looked up at him; he was smiling a smile so familiar it scared me. All of this had seemed to happen before...
"Do you... remember any of this?" he asked quietly, gently setting me on the edge of the bed. I was very confused and I could tell that he knew. He asked me if I wanted to lie down. I did so, fairly quickly, and the feeling of it was familiar... and I loved it...
I adjusted myself to where I was sitting up more as I asked, "When do I get to hear the explaination..?" I was starting to feel a little bit more relaxed with him around. He smiled warmly and pushed me lightly onto the pillows.
"Soon... do you need anything? Are you comfortable?" he asked with concern. His hand graced my cheek and moved my still-wet hair from my eyes. He started deeply into them, making me lose my train of thought. Again I asked for the explaination. "Alright... I'll explain," he said slowly, seemingly aprehensive. He took a deep breath and began...
"Your parents... aren't your real parents," he said, stoping me from jumping to a conclusion. "Let me finish, it will all make sence soon. As I have said before, you are a very special girl, so much power. When you were born your accual parents found insight of the power, and they didn't want you. They left you all alone when you were only four, and before that you never saw them, much less did they love you. Then, who was to find you but me? The one person not worthy of caring for such a precious girl... I took you here... this was your room. Do you not remember any of this? Not even one memory of me?" My hands were trembling; how did I know nothing of this? I shook my head no. His expression lightened as he continued, "I can see why... when they found you... when they took you... they made it as if I never existed..." He ran his hand down my neck, his fingers barely touching the scar that ran from behind my left ear to my shoulder blade. I searched for the right words, what could I say to someone who just unraveled my past that I didn't even know? Somehow, I managed to ask about why I never knew any of this, and I looked up at him as I felt myself drifting to sleep once more.
His voice made me closer to sleep as he said, "For your own protection... I'll explain further later... but for now get some rest... you seem to still be very weak." Again he smiled. The last thing that I heard before everything went dark was his voice...
"Welcome home..."


I woke to a crisp breeze hitting my face. Sleepily, I opened my eyes and saw an open window leading to the colorful forest. I thought I was home... that I had finally escaped from that bizzare dream. Then I looked around the empty room... this was certainly not a dream... I was no longer in the haze I was in before... and all of this was extremely too real to be any visual my imagination could ever make. I sat up and noticed a blanket that had been put over me; my eyes went wide at the memories of him... then the explaination he gave repeated itself in my head. It seemed that everything I knew prior to this were lies... I guess I could name that true.
I heard footsteps outside of the door and tried to put myself together... a hard task at the current moment. I was filthy... between being in the rain and laying in the mud, I supose I hadn't had a chance to clean up. I ran my fingers through my knotted, tangled, frizzy hair in an attempt to flatten in, which was a task that seemed impossible even before any of this happened. As I saw the doorknob turn I stood and went to the open window. I heard the footsteps coming behind me as I breathed in the scent of honeysuckles, which always grow wild in this forest about this time of year. I felt his hands on my shoulders and when I turned he smiled.
"Would you like to go clean up?" he asked me with the same concerned voice as before, moving the strands of hair out of my face, "You've been asleep for a while... do you feel alright?" I looked up and nodded, looking into his dark brown eyes that were almost black. I stood in silence for a moment just swiming in the intensity of his stare. After what seemed like hours, I looked back towards the window. He asked me again if I would like to clean up; generously, I agreed. He led me to the door closest to mine. I walked into the oversized bathroom, looking at the tile walls and decorative candles. I heard the door close behind me, and imediately I striped of my clothes and turned on the hot water. The water soothed my aching skin and melted away my discomfort. Then thoughts entered my mind... more questions with no answers...
'Why am I here... is what he told me true?' I thought, letting the water pour over my hair. 'I want to go home... but wait... he said I was home... I'm so confused! This makes no sence to me! What he said can't be true, it just can't! But somehow I know that it is... I dont remember any of this! Maybe... I could... just go home?' My mind went blank when I felt freezing water on my skin. Quickly, I turned the water off and stepped out. A warm towel had been placed on the counter. I dried off and searched for my clothes. Where were they? I looked into the mirror on the far wall and saw a glint of red. I turned and saw a blood red knee length dress hanging on a hook. I changed into it and it fit perfectly. Nervously I left the bathroom. I slowly made my way outside into the midst of fall colors. I felt my bare feet against the cool leaves. I found a shady spot and sat in the leaves watching them rustle in the wind. Everything was familier... even the dress... I felt warm hands wrap around me; I was somewhat startled. He was behind me, pulling to my feet and hugging me to his chest. I got closer to him feeling safe and warm in his firm grip.
"Remember anything now..?" his voice graced my ears. I answered no... he didn't hear me I supose, or maybe he was just enjoying the embrace. I heard his soft whispers in my ear... You're finally home... I'll never let you go again... my Lizzy... Memories started flooding my mind at the sound. His smooth voice... this place... I sudenly remembered everything..
I looked up at him with a soulful gaze; I supose he remembered the look, for he smiled back with a wide grin. I buried my face in his chest, begining to cry, apologizing for not remembering him. He never did tell me his name... not even when I was younger... but that was the least of my worries right now... My entire body ached... but it felt so good, like I was finally somewhere I belonged. I always seemed to stick out in a crowd...
"I'm.... so sorry..." I slowly whispered, over and over again into his ear softly. He forgave me, chuckling a bit with each time... but I didnt care. I continued apologizing. No matter what, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was my fault for all of the time he had spent alone. Years... so many years that no body had accompinied him... that he was just waiting for his girl to come home. There was just one thing I didn't understand... how did we ever get separated? Wait, before he had mentioned something... about someone taking me... and then making it like he never existed... but again, why? These were the questions with no answers... and for the first time, I didn't care. In my world, the only thing that exsited was him... my love... my keeper...
'His name... what is his name...' the thought haunted me...
I felt the warmth of his embrace slowly consume me. I formed to him, holding him tight as if I would lose him forever if I let go. He pulled my chin up to where I was looking into his dark eyes that had a small sparkle to them... I had dreamt of those eyes... now I knew why... and oh how i have missed it...
I stayed completely still as he leaned down to me. Softly, he brushed his soft, warm lips against mine.
"You're home... my Lizzy... I've missed you... so much..." he whispered ever so quietly. My mind was in a blur... memories of us pouring in... but memories of what I thought was my family and my life were trying... trying so hard... to cling on. "Lizzy... Eliza... my dear girl..." he said slowly as the sun escaped from the clouds, "I love you..."
Without hesitating I began to cry, hard. Not of sadness or anger... but of joy. The sun spread through the fall trees, shining down on us as if it were a spotlight. He tightened his grip on me and held me to his chest, drying my tears and calming me some. As my tears soaked his shirt he felt my quick, pounding heartbeat; I had a mix of emotions, I supose one was fear. I heard his low, friendly chuckle as he stroked my hair and got closer. "Shh... it's ok my love..." he said with a soothing voice. He pushed me softly to where I was a few inches away from his chest, our waists still touching. With his warm hand, he held my hand to his chest; I could feel his heartbeat. In a low, calm whisper he told me, "Do you feel this my love..? It's your's now... I swear... it's forever your's.." Smoothly he took his hand from over mine and put it on my chest. I kept my hand firmly on his chest... this was so perfect...
I could feel my own heart pounding hard... and perhaps if it would go any faster, it would burst. I saw his sweet smile when I looked up, followed by a soft kiss on my forehead. He rubbed my arm ever so softly... calming my heart... then mine and his matched perfectly...
"I... I don't have to leave again... d-do I?" I managed to stutter out. He shook his head.
"Never... unless you want to... I swear on my life..." he said... then sealed it with a long, romantic kiss. Wow... it was... wonderful... just absolutelly lovely...
Suddenly I felt weak on my feet. I allowed myself to fall unto him. His strong arms caught me and held me safe and secure to his warm torso. Then my chest began to hurt...
"My love a-are you alright?" he asked me with a soft frantic whisper. I didn't answer. My tempurature rose and I grew tence... I felt someones eyes on me... I felt very sick. He felt my forhead and gently picked me up. He continued softly speaking to me as he went to a shaded area. He nuzzled my neck, again asking me what was wrong.
"My head h-hurts... and I feel v-very sick..." I managed to mumble out. I opened my eyes partially to see his warm and calming smile.
"Perhaps you spent too much time in the rain... that would be my fault..." he said comfortingly, "don't worry... I promise I'll make everything better..."
Rain clouds covered the sun. As it began to rain, he took me back to the house quickly and gave me a blanket. I refused to let him go. I felt horable for the rest of that day...The pounding headache only got worse and more intence. Even though it hurt for me to speak, I kept talking to him... our conversation was delightful. It kept changing subject untill it finally turned to him being my keeper... a concept that I have yet to get.
"Can y-you please explain that... w-whole... keeper thing to me?" I said slowly, my words running together from the pain. I supose he knew how much I was in, due to how softly he was talking. He also had a very concerned presence to his face.
"Are you sure you would like for me to talk? It has to be hurting you..." he said slowly, stroking my hair, feeling my high fever. I nodded slightly, just enough for him to see, and layed my head onto his chest. "Well," he started in a very low tone, "a keeper... it's hard to explain... the easiest explaination would be... a guardian? We are sworn to give our lives to our 'findings'... but you're much more than that... more than a simple finding... I've fallen deeply in love with you... it's against everything I know... but somehow... it just happened that way... l-love are you alright?"
The pain became too much and I had fallen limp in his arms with my fever shooting sky high. I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes. I felt someone's eyes on me... driving me mad... He was trying desperately to get me to respond. I turned my head to the side towards him and managed to mumble out, "Someone's... watching..." Then I remember everything going black as I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke I was lying on his chest. He was soundly asleep; I looked around and to the window only to see it was the dark of night. The headache and the erie feeling were gone, although I still felt I had tempurature. Ever so slowly I got up, making sure not to disturb him. I left the house into the cold fall night...
"Why didn't I get a jacket..." I said to myself stupidly, rubbing my arms. My bare feet crunched against the fallen leaves. It was very cold... After I thought I had wandered enough and I had cleared my head, I started back towards the house. "I must've wandered farther than I thought..." I thought to myself, seeing only trees and brush around me. It got darker... I felt the eyes on my again... the pounding in my head came back...
I started running... desperately trying to get away from this feeling. I ran and ran... faster... faster... and I must've passed the house because the trees got thicker and closer together... I was going dangerously deep into the woods...and it got colder... and colder... and colder still...
Everything went to a blur... a constant hum of darkness... the cold was peircing my skin like tiny bullets. Then something caught my foot... no, someONE grabbed my foot! I fell down, scraping my elbows and hitting my head on a tree root, hard. I rolled onto my back just barely holding onto my conciousness, but I also was grabbing for something... anything... to free myself.
"S-someone help..." I attempted to scream out.... it came out as a small, windful whisper. I was trembling from the cold... my hands could find nothing to hold... slowly, whoever was gripping my foot released it. Through the thick darkness I saw a tall silohette of a man coming towards me with something in his hand. When he came nearer I put out my arms trying to keep him away from me. The man slowly bent down to me and brought me into his arms; with me being so weak, I couldn't fight back. The pounding hurt... bad... so very bad...
As he came closer I could make out the frame of his face. He had short light brown hair with dark green eyes... just like mine. He had a small pocket knife in his hand and was mumbling something to himself. I was so scared... I couldn't do anything but stare. When he realized what dress I was wearing he went into a complete outrage. I could only make out a few words... "I can't beleive it", "Why the hell are you with him?", and "This wasn't suposed to happen". After that, all of the noise began to hum together... I wasn't sure if it was from the pain or if he just went to a tone so low that I couldn't hear. I felt something particullarly cold on my neck... the knife... I felt the tip being pressed against the very top of the scar that runs from behind my ear to my shoulder... and I then realized what it was from...
Somehow fury built inside of me on top of fear, and from me came a strong voice that I haven't heard from anyone before. "No! No I don't want to forget! I'm not going to forget him no no never again!! Get away from me!".. I began to struggle against his hold. I was almost out of his grip.. then I felt many people grabbing my arms... then my legs... my hair...
"Get off!" I yelled, my vision going blurred.
"It's for the best and you know it..." I heard my mothers voice say. "He brings nothing but trouble... you know so Elizabeth." I was shocked... her voice was the last thing I expected to hear... I was excited to know she was there...
"C'mon liz... this is best for all of us... just let us do this..." I heard my younger sisters voice...
"Stop struggling..." the man who was holding me said, a stronger voice now... my father... I didn't beleive it... my entire family had come for me... It was amazing.... they really did care for me... I felt the knife peirce my skin... then I remembered... They weren't my real family.
I began to strugle again. I didn't want to forget. No... never. I felt the cold knife sliding against my skin... the warm blood running down my chest... the sharp throbbing pain in my scar... then strong hands bound me to where I couldn't move... and I was slipping from conciousness. It was cold... so very cold... and I was so tired and sick... I saw my father... no, not my father, this man... raise the knife. Then my mother... no! She's not my mother!... she spoke to my fa-... this man... and I didn't beleive what I heard her say...
"Kill her."

This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Someone wanted me killed. No... no... no this isn't real... it's imposible! But... it had to be... The moment I heard these words, I lost all my will to fight back. I allowed the dark to consume me completely. I just didn't care, for if this wasn't real... then neither was he... I felt the knife deep in my neck at the top of my scar... peircing much more than just my flesh... kill me... kill me... if that's what you wanted from me... just do it already... Then sudenly, I was laying on my side... a single pair of hands touching me. When I at length unclosed my eyes, I saw him... his wonderful look... it had to be real... I didn't dare move... much less could I. It was so dark... and so bitterly cold...
"Lizzy... Lizzy please please!" he said frantically, covering the wounds on my neck with his warm hand. I moaned... I couldn't force words from my throat. I heard the low mumbles of my family... no... these posers...
"Just leave her alone!" he said with a growl deep in his chest. I sat up weakly, looking around at the thick, seemingly never ending darkness. I could barely make out his sillohette... my sight was blurred from blood... I could feel my heartbeat in every inch of my body... pounding... thuding painfully against my cold skin... I was so dizzy... so scared...
"We don't have to... you handed her off to us... she belongs to us... and you know it... It's better for everyone if she's dead!" my mothers... that woman's... voice rang in my aching head. No... no this is a dream... this was going to end... I just had to wake up... I felt his touch again. He wasn't a dream... his touch was very much real... so I supose these people were too.
"T-tell me t-they're lying... please..." I begged to him. He looked at me shamely... and even through the pitch black I could see his beautiful eyes... gazing at me through the thickness... and through his tears... I felt the pressure of people closing in around me... one word graced his lips as he got to his feet and backed away...
"Run..." he said... his voice quivering. I got up weakly... my blood had soaked my clothes... and it was still flowling from my neck. It hurt... the cold pulsed through my body and cooled my blood... I could barely move... I flashed a glance towards him... his perfect look... no... this couldn't be... he told me to run... he promised I wouldn't have to leave again... but... I was so confused... I heard his voice again... louder... more intence...
"I told you to run! Leave! Now! Don't come back!" he said... the intensity broke the darkness... and peirced through my chest like shards of glass... I was completely and utterly broken. No... not broken... shattered. I ran as if my entire world was falling apart... which I soon realized it was. I didn't know what was real and what wasn't. It hurt... so bad... but why? I ran and ran... soon the trees began to space out... then the dirt raod... the street... I stopped when I got to the pavement that was sparkling from the moonlight. I was lost... and so confused...
Compuslively I began towards my house... the one I used to call home... slowly, I walked in. It was abandoned... everything was destroyed... but everything seemed... burnt. This was by far the worse... and longest... night of my life.
I was crying so hard I supose I didn't notice the smell of the house... rotting blood... I broke down. I didn't know what to beleive... waht to do... It was absolutelly terrifying. I ran through the rooms viciously screaming for help... but no one came... nothing happened... I was alone. I was deathly afriad of being alone...
I began to panic. Why me... why did all of this happen to me?! I was so confused and just plain wrong. I was cold to the point of it beginning to hurt, shaking ever so visiously... crying so hard, my tears stung my face... blood gushing from my open wounds... I was amazed that I could move at all. I stumbled up the stairs... ran into the darkness of my room... and colapsed onto the remaints of my bed... the window burst open and cold rain made it's way into the room... and I layed there in pain, just crying as hard as I could.
And here we are... alone in my room, crying for someone I didnt know, or at least I thought I knew... he was gone... but... did he ever exist? No... he didn't... wait... yes he did... wait... no! But... he had to be real... he had to be! But... I... I just didn't know... my life could be face... this just a big dream... my life was already a lie, why couldn't it be a dream too? If I woke up... all of this would fade away... but I didn't want HIM to go away... I didn't want to leave this world... all I wanted was him... him and him only... the rest of the world could disapear for all I cared... and that was exactly what I was going to do... make the rest of the world go away...
"I'll be with you..." I said with a possesed voice into the depth of the darkness. I stood slowly but painfully; the pain reminded me once again, this was certainly not a dream... I cherished it so. I imagined his face... his warmth... his kiss... I saw a broken mirror on the other side of the room... broken glass littered the floor... crunching and cutting my bare feet..
I tripped. I felt all the tiny shards of glass peircing my skin. Slowly I turned onto my back just feeling the cold floor... running my fingers through the glass shards.
"Come... please just save me..." I begged and pleaded, screaming to the ceiling. Lightning flashed and thunder roared; aparentally the heavens were responding to my pleas. The only thing I heard was the raging storm denying my request to ever see his beautiful face ever again...
Amongst the glass sliding against my fingers (which by now were cut open, not one place resembled my skin anymore), I found a larger peice of the broken glass. Very slowly I picked it up and held it inches from my face. I was surprised I could muster enough strength to hold it so still. With the next flash of lightning I could see my reflection in the shard. Of everything I could see, I was covered in my own crimson red blood, every inch of my being just one open wound. I also caught a glimpse of the room, the sparkling shards splattered... with my blood... That's when I realized something. He wasn't coming for me... and if he wasn't there... there was no point in me holding on. With a newfound strength with this new ambition, I managed to get to my knees, facing towards the door in any hope he would be there... he wasnt... the whole world was silent and empty and time just stopped ticking by. I couldn't wait any longer... it was now or never... I was completely numb... it wouldn't hurt at all... I raised the peice of glass with both of my hands as high as I possibly could... a singe beam of moonlight snuck from behind the clouds that reflected from the shard... As quickly and with as much force as I could muster, I plunged the jagged peice of glass into my awaiting torso...
I was wrong.

Completely and utterly wrong. It did hurt. So very bad. It hurt more than I could ever imagine anything else. The glass had slid in right below my rib cage, and with each agonizing breath I could feel my lungs pressing against the ice-like shard. The dreaded agony... it hurt... it was as if I had already decendedinto the pits of hell itself... so much pain... with the very last of my underlying strength I managed to yank out the peice of glass... followed by a small puddle of my blood. I felt the liquid fill my lungs and start a constant stream up my throat. With shaking hands I dropped the shard, listening to it shatter against the cold floor...
With a hard thud I soon followed the shard onto the ground. My blood spilled everywhere and stained the ground and the glass further... then everything started to blur. It was getting colder if it was even possible. I felt myself slipping... then I heard a sign of hope... the door opening. I tried, so hard, to raise my head to see who it was, but I couldn't even manage to open my eyes. It was getting harder to breathe...
As I heard the footsteps getting closer I could feel my own heartbeat slow considerably... to the point of me having to ask myself if I was still alive. Someone was crying... I felt the tears hitting me over and over again... with every tear that hit me, I felt a sharp pain as if someone had stabbed me... like I had done to myself just a moment ago...
"Why..." I heard a breathful whisper. "Why did you do this... this is all my fault..." This was his voice... yes... it was him! He had came for me! The glass shifted around me... his arms wrapped around my torso. So much pain... his soft lips graced mine ever so gently and my blood softly stained his face... his tears hit my bare flesh, cooling the intensifying pain.
"My... my l... love..." I mumbled. It came out merely as a low groan... but it gave him enough to know I was alive. I heard a quiet gasp.With much difficulty and many agonizing seconds, I wrenched my eyes open just to see his face red from crying...when he saw them a small smile graced his trembling lips. He moved his shaking hand up my leg and then firmly rested it below my breasts, right over the open wound. You would think it would hurt... you would think it would be unbearable... but no... it felt wonderful... every part of my body was numb and freezing except where he was touching... it felt warm and painless. I didn't want to move... I didn't want to leave...
"My love..." he said lightly. "My love please just hold on... I'm here... I-I can make this better please just hold on! Your gift... your power of beauty and wisdom... I can't lose it please hold on!" I was dying... I could feel it... slipping little by little. I was clinging to his voice... the only thing that seemed real.
"N-no..." I managed to whisper out, more blood rising from my throat. "You c-cant fix me my love... I'm finished..." I reached for him. "I want to be with you forever..." More of his tears fell onto my face. My hand reached his face... he pressed harder on the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding; all it did was make it worse. I started to lose strength in my arm. It was close... very close... I couldn't feel my own heartbeat... and it was impossible for me to take a breath. I needed to ask one more thing to him. Just one. My dying wish... and I couldn't find the air to ask... I supose he realized my struggle for breath, for afterward he tilted my head back and leaned down. His hand now rested on my chest, pressing down in a desperate search for a pulse. At that point I wasn't sure if I even had one. He leaned down to me and kissed me passionately, his tears mixing with the blood. He parted my lips and without even the slightest hesitation, he filled my lungs with air, then watched as I exhaled deeply. It still wasn't enough to get me breathing. Another attempt... then another... and another... Finally, after a fifth and final attempt, I could get enough air to ask my final question...

"Your name... what is your name...?" I asked, running out of breath once again with the words. I could feel my heartbeat now, a pounding, painful thud. Not only could I feel it now, but I could also feel it slowing consistantly, it losing its strength with every passing second...
"My name..." he said quietly, a slight chuckle brushing his lips. My hand fell to my side, and my eyes began to close with the haunting echo of darkness...
"Hurry... Hurry please... your name... your name!!" I thought, screaming it over and over again in my head.. this was it.. There was no time left..
"I love you my Lizzy... I'll tell you anything you wish, if you really wish to know my name, I'll tell you... " he whispered ever so quietly into my ear.
"My name is..."

Then everything went black, and I no longer felt my aching heartbeat, and very soon... the darkness had engulfed me. And soonafter, it allowed me to decend to my death, in the arms of the one I love. HIM.

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