A/N: I know I'm supposed to be working on Babysitting Project, but honestly, writing other things while thinking of new chapter ideas actually helps me out quite a bit (:
Silence.
That's all there ever is in this place, and sometimes, he is all there ever is. He sometimes sees only himself.
Day and night he wanders around, searching, searching; always searching for another soul to see, to confide his darkest secrets in. He searches with the hope of finding his loved one.
Ah, the murdered loved one, and murdered by his own hand, no less.
His heart cries out at the terrible memory, and the silence mocks him.
What happened that night? He remembers everything, but he is starting to forget. Even the name of his beloved is starting to fade away, barely touching the edges of his mind, only to be whisked away by sound of a breaking heart.
But he doesn't forget what happened, or how it happened.
This place is like a silent torture chamber. Forever, he will remember the blood on his hands, possibly even smell it.
His unnamed loved one's face flashes before his mind, and the name sits teasingly on his tongue, but he still can't remember.
With no one to turn to, his thoughts become a jumbled mess, and he is almost consumed by them. While he sits in an empty white spot – because really, not only is mocking silence not enough, but the place is too dull, or too bright – he sulks.
And then a red flash catches his eye, or what he believes to be a red flash. His head turns quickly to the left, and he's met with eyes that are a deep, electric green.
Or are they blue?
Either way, the face in front of him brings back all those painful memories that happened a week ago, or a month ago, possibly even years.
And then there is darkness.