Hi there! Me again. This time I'm writing for Alan Wake, my new obsession. I'd figure I'd also take the time to point out my again. I'm /xsyntheticmoonx. Feel free to ask me anything. Note: This is a one-shot, but I may add more if the mood strikes me. Please read and Review. I'd like to know what you guys think.
I see you there. But its not you. There is something wearing your skin and looking at me from your eyes. I don't know if the others notice. I don't know how to tell them. I want to scream, ''It isn't him! That's not Alan.'' But the words stick in my throat. I had woken up from the darkness and swam to the surface. I pulled myself up out of the water and onto the dock. I thought you would be there.
You had pulled me out of the darkness and then disappeared. I called to you hoping you'd come to me. I walked to town. That Deerfest was going on. Barry was there. How long had I been trapped in the darkness? When we first had arrived it was almost two weeks before they were to have it. I had thought we'd be home before them, a freshly written manuscript tucked nicely away in one of our suitcases. That is what started this. I shouldn't have pushed you to write...
That Sheriff Breaker noticed me before Barry did. She grabbed a paramedic and headed my way. They wrapped me in a blanket and called over the town's doctor. They asked me where I had been. I just shook my head. How could I explain that I had been trapped under Cauldron Lake in a dark realm that had no up or down? Where that thing that wasn't you taunted me with its lies.
I don't know how to explain myself, so I don't. They don't know what to say to me, because now you're missing, even though I've returned. Barry thinks Dr. Hartman is responsible, though I can't understand why.
Oh Alan... Where are you?