Finding Him

1. Chapter 1

“Hello,” I called into the large empty house. There was no answer, so I walked inside cautiously. It was clear by the white sheets over the furniture that they weren’t coming back soon.

Walking up the stairs, I realized what a bad idea this was. Sure, I would remember them better, but leaving would just kill me. I would definitely have to face some nightmares tonight. Part of me wanted to turn back and go home, but I knew that if I wanted to keep my memories, I would have to keep going. Being in their house was like finding a missing part of me. I didn’t need it, but I wanted it and leaving it would hurt. This house was like one of my limbs, no, it was more important. It was a kidney. I could live without it, but it would be hard on the rest of me (or my other kidney).

Finally, I reached my destination. I pushed the door open soundlessly and crept inside. The room was almost like I remembered it. I slowly pulled the dusty white sheet off of the black leather sofa and let it fall to the floor. I stepped over the sheet, sat on the sofa, and looked around the room. The CD’s were missing, but otherwise, that was all that was different.

I looked out the wall sized window and stared out into the night. It felt wrong to be here without them. I missed them, I missed them badly. I felt a small droplet trickle down my face, and then realized that I was crying. I wrapped my arms around my middle and gripped my sides. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I laid myself down gently and rolled over onto my stomach. Burying my face into my arms, I let the tears fall.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep, but I remember waking up. An incredible fire was burning inside of me. I couldn’t stand it. I let out a blood curling scream, then another. No matter how loudly I screamed, or how much, the fire wouldn’t lessen. I don’t remember much of what happened those three days, but I do remember the pain. I don’t know when I blacked out or woke up, but I remember the end of the last day.

I wasn’t breathing or moving. The pain made everything impossible. I managed to stay conscious for a long time, but the whole time I was awake, I wished I wasn’t. Then, I felt myself moving. I was gripped in incredibly strong arms and moving very quickly. It was faster than any human could manage. We were running.

A few minutes later, I was laid down. I heard voices, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. A few minutes later, I heard a loud bang, like a door being flung off its hinges and into a wall perhaps, and a worried discussion.