Tobias 4 Years Later
The sun sets, the sun rises. The same routine everyday. Although time is changing me physically, mentally i am lost. Nothing changes when i think of her. Her. I can't find the strength to say her name. It hurts too much. You would think the pain would go away, slowly fade into the dark just as she did. Her ashes scattered far away. Will she ever be a happy memory in me, or will i always dread the feeling i get when i think of her small frame wrapping around me. So small but so strong, beautiful. No. I know it will never be the way it was. And i, Tobias Eaton, would never find that happiness again until the day i die.
Tobias POV
I awake suddenly. Feeling exhausted although i've slept. I glance quickly at the clock on my bedside: 5:18am. Early. I lay my head back down, wiping the sweat from my face. Why does this still happen to me. All these nightmares. Back home they called me Four, because i had 4 fears. 3 years after she passed, my fear of heights was gone. I discovered this after i entered my fear landscape for what seemed the millionth time. The fear was gone but replaced by another. I was stranded in an alley, i would run all the way down to the end of that alley, only to find another dead end. I would turn, and run back to where i was, past that to the other exit. But i came to another dead end. I would run, up and down, for hours, then days, and now months. My fear. My new fear was being lost. Because that's what i am. Lost, trying to move forward, but hitting a wall. Running back into the same wall. That wall was her.
I get up, tossing and turning didn't solve anything, and i am more alert than ever. I slip my shoes on and head to a place i visit often. The control room. I walk in and see Jordan manding the desk.
"Hey, i'll take over" i say quietly. He turns around, startled by me.
"Oh, What are you do.. you scared me. Your shift doesnt start for another 2 hours or so. Go back to bed man" tapping my on the shoulder. How do i tell him i can't sleep. How do i tell him i haven't slept for 4 years. Physically yes, mentally no.
"Can't. Can i stay" i say. He doesn't argue. This has become a routine for us. I come in early, he stays and watches with me. Never asking me why. "anything exciting while i was asleep" i say with a yawn.
"Naa, just the same old drunks, cheaters and loonies" he says with a smirk. I laugh. He was right, the things you see in the early hours of the morning are sometimes shocking to say the least. "What do we have here" he adds, zooming in on a figure and moving his head closer to the screen at the same time. He zooms in just enough for me to see a figure. The figure is a girl with long hair falling down to her lower back. She spins and looks right at us. Her eyes pierce me, she looks angry and lost? As we both sit and stare at her she goes to holster and pulls out a gun. She aims it right for us, smiles and shes gone. Black and white appear.
"What the hell man, she shot the camera out!" Jordan yells. He's frantically switching the screens around until he finds another camera. We see her again but this time heading down a corridor. Camera 18. Thats the hallway camera, to the control room. She's heading here.
"Get down!" i yell, just in time. As Jordan ducks, she comes through the door. I swore off Guns. I tried to be a politician but didn't have the stomach for it. I almost wish i didn't get rid of my guns. But she's not aiming at us. Her gun is strapped to her holster, just at the middle of her thigh. She's wearing black jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket. Her hair is long, and brown. Her eyes also brown. This girl is dark. At first glance i can tell if i had my gun i would've shot her just at the sight of her. Bad news she is.
"Care to explain why you're ducking behind a table?" She says with a smirk. "I'm not going to shoot you" Before Jordan answers i interrupt.
"Care to explain what the hell you're doing shooting our camera's?" I say with the same smirk she gave us. She doesn't answer, just looks at me, really looks at me and i wonder what she is thinking. And then like nothing happened she turns on her heel and leaves. I glance at Jordan who makes a crazy hand motion. Maybe she is crazy, but that doesn't stop me from chasing her down the hall...
I run, fast and hard through the hallway as i catch a glimpse of her dark hair leaving through the fire exit door. Why am I chasing this girl? Why would I chase someone who is armed and may be psycho? Only I would. I push the door open and come up empty. She is nowhere to be found. I scan the grass, the rail tracks, the path towards the hotel. I search the nearest alleyway but she's long gone. I start back towards the control room, and see Jordan flicking through the cameras.