None of these characters are mine. This was an awful idea that hit me at midnight while I was reading the back of Medina Lake's 'Attics to Eden' lyric book. Not that it really linked. Rated T because although it's not quite character death it's near enough. It doesn't make any sense but it is supposed to resemble insanity, I didn't do so well at that.

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I felt so lost, like I was just vanishing from existence, it wasn't true though, I couldn't feel but I could see, couldn't move though, everything was so heavy. I wondered vaguely if this was some sort of attack. An illusion of some sort. Then my limbs were free again, free to move, only there was a beach and water, the sea? A lake. I looked out. Still lost. I knew I had to reach the other side. The light over there called to me. I stepped towards it and the water came up to meet me. Surrounding me. Pulling me and I was drowning. Lost again. Couldn't fight. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't see. A light in the water rushing up to meet me. lighting up the space around me. Not water. Pictures. Pictures of a small girl. Alone. Crying. Locked away. Cut off from the world. Lost. Me? No. It couldn't, it just couldn't be me. My arms and legs moved and I was flying. Soaring. Free. Whispers in the picture-water called me back. Chanted my name. Each making my body heavier. Harder to control. The sky was pink now. the clouds showing pictures too. Ice cream. Picnics. Fireworks. I don't understand. Confused. Bewildered. Lost. Everything was light now and yet there was so much darkness. Both were everywhere. They mixed in strange patterns. Traveling. Forming as shadow-people on the beach. Whispering fingers called to me. Beckoned me closer. A puppet on a string. I followed the motions. Apparitions of my mind couldn't harm me. Music flowed smoothly from nowhere. Gentle but begging me to dance. I'd always loved to dance. My body moved and the shadow-people danced with me. Whispering secrets. I couldn't leave. Ever. Here was the place between light and dark. Between good and evil. Between everything. Here these creations of my mind would dance with me forever. The never-ending dance of the lost.

A light shone in the eyes of a girl as she lay on her bed in a never-ending sleep. "I'm sorry, we lost her." The doctor muttered his apologies. Over the comatose body, her brother wept and swore to finish what she'd started. Her revenge flowed through him now.