He was in the closet again; the cleaning closet to be exact. He was sitting with bliss, his friend and support, behind the bleach and mop trying to think of a way to escape the darkness outside. Gaara could slowly start to feel the gathering of tears fall gracefully to the floor through the floorboard cracks. Even the salty water in his body knew how to escape their housed hell. He was envious of the droplets.
Bliss was silent, as he usually was in this situation. Only glazing at him through piercing eyes that said, you know what you have to do. He did, but that didn't mean that's what exactly he wanted to do. Instead, Gaara glanced over to the dust covered window, and eyes starting moving rapidly over the pane for the chance to catch a clasp in his vision. Obviously fate was never his friend, because there was none to be found. He muttered to bliss, "So what do we do now dear friend…?"
Silence greeted him once again in the space filled with cleaning solution fragrance.
Nothing could be of help now Gaara guessed to himself. He pulled his legs to himself while snatching a hold of bliss's hand. Bliss did nothing but drop his head on his shoulder as if to say an inaudible, farewell. If this was the end he would at least hope to know the softness of touch once more, since it was a foreign sensation to him. Shivers started to course through his frail small body, and before long teeth started to meet in a quick rhythm of clashing.
Tap, Tap, Tap
Darkness was coming down the hallway of the vacant house. From the sounds reaching Gaara ear, it seemed he would be enclosed in horror before the hour was up. He could do nothing but squeeze his eye lids shut and started to picture brown eyes, short wavy brown flowing hair, and the prettiest smile any child has ever witnessed. He should be visiting her soon through those ever bright gates, if darkness went too far tonight.
Click
Gaara eyes flashed open to meet identical green ones like his. Darkness was here and was staring down upon him as if judgment day had arrived. Nothing left between them now except a breath laced with chemical fumes and bliss's silence.
"Gaara, darling you know daddy doesn't like for you to run off while I'm getting the bed ready. Don't you? You even brought bliss with you this time. Your 6 now, which means you're too old to be doing this" darkness whispered.
Whimpers was the only thing that greeted my lips as I moved my back even more against the wall, if that was even possible. Gaara could feel bliss's hand slowly lose its grip within his sweaty palms. Everything was leaving him now. His friend, voice, and soul were slowly evaporating right before His eyes.
Darkness reached out and snatched Gaara up by his forearm, and threw him over his shoulder. He turned around swiftly and was making his way back to the rose covered sheets. While placed over his shoulder Gaara glanced up with horror laced in his eyes to stare at bliss lying on the dust filled floor. He stared back at him as if to say, sorry I couldn't help. He closed his eyes once again. What could he expect from a worn out teddy bear anyways.