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Come find me… please, I need you. Isn’t anyone here to help me?

Since my seventeenth birthday I’ve felt numb, like there is something missing, dead.

But that still doesn’t explain why I have been standing here for hours in the icy rain. My body convulsed involuntarily, it was pouring and I was only wearing a cotton sun dress.

      Please can’t someone take me home?  I’m desperate.

My eyes were fixated on the dark water below me; I wonder vaguely if it was warmer there then it was up here. My numb fingers clutched at my necklace, an antique I’d been given for the birthday when my psyche died.  It alone made me feel better, gave me hope.

      Please?

      I’d been pleading silently in my mind for four years. I’d left everything behind two years ago. Never had I heard a reply, even though I knew that if I did that I would honestly be insane, and there might not be any turning back. But now, when I’d talked to almost no one in two years, I wished for insanity if it meant I could have someone to talk to.

      It felt like I was hollow inside, like I was completely empty and ready for something, anything to fill me up.

      Please…anyone… help me…

      On a whim I looked off to the edge of the bridge I was standing on. Standing there was a boy, maybe my age, maybe a little younger. His hair was bleached and looked like it had been, at one point tonight, spiked up on his head, but it now lay flat, the gel gone. A fake leather vest lay open on his white chest; black jeans graced his legs, his pale feet bare on the stones. Without a sound he stretched out his hand to me, I’d never even heard him arrive.

      Who are you?  Much to my surprise I did hear something answer back.

      I’m here to take you home, just like you asked. 

      Without another thought I stepped towards him, I cared so little right now I just wanted him to be the voice in my head, the comforting one.  I took his hand and pressed my body to his chest as he hugged me formally, like a cousin I’d never met before.

      Sleep. The voice in my thoughts whispered.

      I did. 

 

Reviews

[Corey Lunare-]

poor girl..so desolate and so lonely. i wonder if you are using a form of symbolism here or if she has been on her own that long. I have a great curiosity of what will happen next and i will review your next chapter asap. You have paed my interesta dn i am wondering what will happen next! Great job on this Dream!