AN: There comes a time in every fanfiction writer's "career" that they have to kind of go of course from what is expected. When there is a section in need and you are busy, sometimes you feel obligated to make some time. I haven't taken the time to write in a while. I wrote this to get back into it. I don't really know why I started writing for this site, or for this section. But I do know that I have to do what I have failed to do so far.I need to finish what I've started. So consider this the beginning of my goal to leave nothing of mine unanswered.

The Haunting Of L.R.

I stared at the polyester case collecting dust in the corner. The contents of it were not broken or otherwise in a less then satisfactory condition. What had changed was my desire to walk over to that corner, open up the case, and strum on what used to be my most loved hobby. It was almost more then a hobby, but rather my chosen path of life.

I remember spending long, frustrating hours scribbling down words that jumbled together into thoughts or feelings that could be turned into a song with the right tune. No matter what emotion I was feeling I could use my guitar to help me work through it. Even when my friends were busy it was there to rescue me from the depths of depression or losing myself.

Then there was one day that turned it all around for me.

I look back and I can see myself standing in the studio. My two band mates on either side of me, playing along with a song we had recently worked on. We waited for so long to get enough publicity to be discovered. It came within our grasp when we least expected it too, possibly too fast for us to have success.

All was fine until a familiar face looked back at me through the glass. My sudden pause caused everyone else in the studio to move their eyes towards me with curiosity. It wasn't until I practically stumbled my way over to the studio door and opened it that I realized why. The person who's face appeared in the glass was nowhere to be seen.

My body took control as I began to run from the building with my mind in a jumble as to where I was going.

The place I ended up at was abandoned, cold, and as untidy as I'd ever seen it. Stuff was lying everywhere, racks were empty, and with the chairs missing there was only a couch to be found. I was drawn to look into the small room contained inside the main space which was full of allergy causing dust particles running along wire and equipment of all kinds.

Chills were sent through my body as I stood in the doorway and my mind flashed back to the image that had been reflected as clear as day in front of me not long before. He wasn't really there, and there wasn't supposed to be a single trace of him to be found for miles. I feared for my own sanity as I made my way back up the steps, leaving behind what I had just revisited for the first time in over a year.

The musical instrument still lying in my corner untouched had been left at the studio that day. My friends brought it to me afterward, but I tried to avoid giving an explanation of my behavior until I knew myself what was happening. I made the excuse that I was feeling sick and left it at that.

Now autumn approaches and I still don't know what I need to do to cure myself from the feeling that resembles emptiness inside.

Maybe it's time I pick up the guitar again...or maybe it's time I go after the person who's haunting me.

AN2: If you took the time to read this then you should take the time to review it. Readers should know most of all what has happend to this section. If you really care everyone needs to start picking up the pieces, one story update and review at a time. I understand being busy, trust me, but I still believe that if you had time to come here in the first place, then you can make time now. (Even if it's only once a week or a month)