Lost Without You

He ran as fast as he could, searching for help. He wanted to call out to someone, anyone, for help, wanted to cry out in sorrow and fear, wanted everything to be better, but couldn't find his voice under all the pain.

Pain.

. That's all he felt. was pain. and anguish. Something was wrong with his head, badly wrong. He couldn't think or make his thought patterns begin to work. He fell down, breathing heavily, trying to stay awake. The trees were spinning around him, so fast he wanted to throw up.
'Or maybe it's because of.' He couldn't finish. It hurt too much.
He tried to get up, but was met with an immense, staggering flash of white-red color somewhere in the middle of his head- an exploding pain that told him, as he slowly let the inky blackness take him over, that it was to late. to save them.