A.N. I do not own Marble Hornets.
Tim walks through the hospital as if it were an old friend greeting him into its body. He remembers everything about this place, even when he was young. Almost four years ago, he was here during his conflict with Alex. It is silent.
Desperation invades Tim's thoughts like ants at a picnic table-eating away slowly at his mind. There must be something here. Something left unfinished, perhaps. Yet, here he is, and there is nothing. It is silent.
Tim never wanted to come back. Yet, here he is, and there is nothing. Not even a slight movement in the deep, dark corners of the hospital. No Brian, Alex, Jay… Jay. Jay was his friend, and he had let Jay down. Yet, here Tim is, and Jay is nothing.
Tim is alone. Nothing. Here.
The hospital lingers in silence. It's a prison for Tim, but it is genuine in comfort.
A.N. Thank you for reading. Really, thank you. I feel secluded in my writings, but with you reading, I'm not alone. Thank you.