A:N Just a short chapter, I suppose all of them will be most likely. An idea that came to me suddenly.
"Do you love me, Khayal?"
"I could never love you. It is impossible for me to love."
"Then, will you miss me? Will you miss the one who created your being? Are you able to miss me, Khayal?"
"That is an unkown, Master. Your mind is leaving, and the poison has gotten to your head. Your eyes are closed, Master, and your heart has slowed to nothing. Good bye, Master."
"This must be the old asylum they were talking about." A young man mummered to himself as he walked out of the woods he had just hiked through to reach it. "I'll show them I'm not too scared to spend the night." He just then realized how cleche this whole ordeal was once it was stated aloud. It didn't matter to him, though.
He was tired of being bullied and teased for looking different from everyone else; his accent he had; and most importantly, how he was easily frightend. How could he help that his father had decided to move here after his mother had died? How could he help that he wasn't even from this stupid country? And so what if he was easily startled from time to time?
He tried to tell himself he doesn't care what they said and he wasn't listening, but he pushed his sleeves down over his arms covering the proof that it really did matter and he was paying attention to each word that burned into his memory. "I'll show them," he repeated.
Wiping the couple of tears that escaped his closed eyes away, he walked up to the gate and pushed open the old, rusty iron doors open and walked through onto the front courtyard of "Heavens Arch Insane Asylum".
"The flowers are beautiful today. Aren't they, Khayal?
"As pretty as weeds get, I suppose."
The chilled autum breeze blew through his white hair as he walked through the stone arch hovering omnisly over the coblestone pathway that cut through the unkempt grasses and weeds that inhabbited the front yard.
"Push me higher, Khayal!"
He turned suddenly and glanced at an old olk tree at the sound of the voice. On one of the higher boughs of the tree held an old wooden swing that creaked as the wind swayed the branches back and forth.
Maybe it was just how the sun shone through the few remaining leaves on the trees or maybe it was just his sight giving out on him, but he could have swore he saw a small child laughing and playing on the swing giggling with the simple motion of going back and forth to give one a sense of flying. He blinked a couple times and the image dissapeared and returned to an empty swing.
"Is anyone out there?" he called out, only to be answered by silence and rustling leaves. "I'm serious! If it's one of you guys from school, I swear, I'll be angry!" He paused a few seconds and looked around feverishly for any other living souls besides him and the woodland creatures.
He saw nobody, but that's because he was looking for the living.
A/N: Kinda reminds me of a movie trailer, lol. I'm going to try to write a chapter a week. Try being the key word.