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Snap, awake.

It's a new day today and the boy looked all around him and the room, it's grey. Everything grey. The boy picked himself up and headed towards the door. As before, all the doors opened simultaneously but it wasn't as if he remembered the events of yesterday, it was, after all, a "new" day after all. He waited for the flood of people to leave the building before he made his way to the exit. Once again he observed the people march to the center of the city and once again he did not follow them. The boy trekked up the street, taking in the "new" sights. Oh how everything was grey, the world must all be like this. No other color to make something stand out or be better than the thing next to it, boy eventually reached the alleyway where he stopped and peered into it. He looked and looked and still its barren appearance that it had to it. He didn't know why he chose to look into this alleyway in particular but it was something that made him look, he just couldn't figure it out or more like he really couldn't think at this point anyways.

The youth eventually arrived to his destination and sat on the unmoving swing. He then looked beyond himself, the world was grey, just grey. The boy could feel something move around in his head and he massaged his temples to stop the foreign feeling, what was this thing that walked inside his head? It felt as if he was swaying back and forth becoming dizzy from a force he did not know what it was. Why, from all things, did this start? He took up two fistfuls of his dark grey hair and waited for the feeling to pass; his eyelids clenched tightly as the feeling grew and grew inside his head, this swaying in his head. It's nothing, it's nothing the boy repeated in his head as he sat in his loneliness, this greyness. Just as soon as the moving feeling in his head started it began to slowly ease its way out of his mind. The youth let out a silent sigh as soon as the feeling completely disappeared, this kind of thing never happened to him, well, at least he didn't remember it happening. With weary eyes he looked up to the scene before him, his eyes snapped wide open as he the barren wasteland that was his world become green with lush vegetation. This new sight terrified the youth and he fell to the floor and closed his eyes again; he was scared of what was before him, the color. What had happened to the grey world he was use to?

The youth laid there telling himself that it was nothing but a scary dream, a scary, colorful dream. He couldn't comprehend the event that happened, he just couldn't. Scared of what would happen next the youth whose eyes were still closed shut, quickly picked himself up from the ground and ran blindly to where he thought the city was. Back to the grey, oh please return to the grey that was his world. He bumped into objects and fell over cracks on the floor but he would not let his eyes open, he was just so scared. Eventually, through his blind running he finally slammed into another body, causing his eyes to flung open from the force. Grey met gray and the boy noticed that he tumbled over a young woman. The woman stared blankly at the boy and without skipping a beat she shoved him aside and returned to her spot among the marching people to get back into the buildings; the day seemed to have ended already. Shocked by the actions of the woman and the sudden return to grey the youth sat dumbfounded in the cold street, the people who were returning made no effort in helping him or making sure he was alright; their only motive in their mind was to get back into the building.

He looked around him, the world was back to the way it was, grey. He took in a silent breath of relief, it must have been a trick of the mind, it must have. The boy stared ahead and watched as the flood of people hastily parted as the guard that stood by the entrance of his building made his way to him. As quick as anything the guard grabbed the boy by the collar and without warning dragged him to the building. The boy flailed around as he tried to get his footing but the guard's eagerness to get him inside kept him from trying to do such a thing. The boy ceased his struggling and looked up to the people he passed, all their faces seemed emotionless, nothing. No one looked down at him, no one showed sympathy towards him. Did no one cared for him? Did no one want to help him?

The youth landed with a hard thud as the disgruntled guard threw him inside the building, the unhelpful people walked over him as he tried to pick himself up. Once all were gone the guard slammed the main doors shut and left the boy in the lonesome, grey hall way. The boy looked all around him, was this how he was suppose to be treated? Was the guard suppose to treat him this way? Maybe it was protocol since he did cause a scene on the street, maybe it was his own fault he was treated such a way. He didn't know and for the most part he didn't know much to begin with. the teen scrambled to get up and ran to his room, he needed time for himself or at least he thought he did but once he touched the doorknob he felt overwhelming fear come over him. His hand shook on the handle as he slowly turned it to let himself inside, he tried to stop himself from opening the door but he just couldn't.

The teen slowly walked into the room, his heart pounded faster as he near the bed, why was he so scared of sleeping? The door slammed behind him and the youth quickly turned around to see who closed it. In a blink of an eye he found himself not looking at the door but staring at the ceiling, laying down on the bed. the boy's breathing became quick and shallow as his eyes darted in every direction, he felt them slowly starting to close but he didn't want to sleep, he didn't. He was scared of something he couldn't see and to sleep would allow the force in question to have their way, to keep him scared. His vision began to falter and his body began to calm, the sleep was near and the visions were soon to appear once again.


Black then white.

The boy felt helpless with the swirl of colors surrounding him, the distant sounds, calling, calling for someone. The boy tried to avert his eyes away from the colors but he just couldn't, a force, a feeling if you will be it curiosity or sheer terror kept his eyes open to the scene. The colors became blurry figures and they did motions and movements he had never seen. The figures walked through him and electricity passed through him as they did. They seemed to be discussing something but their voices were so muffled he couldn't seem to understand. The figures then began to fade and the white space turned to soft grey, the muffled voices that called out were soon replaced by the sound of rain.

Now, this rain wasn't the hard, harsh rain that one would encounter after a long drought no, it was first light and then it became a rhythmic, almost hypnotic rain. Though he couldn't see the droplets he could feel their ghost presence on his face. This life bringing rain that all wanted to feel when they heard it's gentle call. He wasn't afraid of the rain, maybe it was because he couldn't see it that it didn't become so menacing, maybe it was the calming sound it made, he didn't know and yet he didn't want to. The boy sat down on the floor and let the soothing sound wash away the horrors of the day, he could feel the memories fall off of him, his mind. His eyes snapped open as he realized what was going on at this moment, patches of his memory were disappearing. What did he do just moments ago? Where did he run to? Who was he? The shot up and ran from the invisible rain but it just kept following him. He was letting this thing, this rain wash him away of the memories that he had made, he was forgetting. He kept running but he still couldn't stop his mind from forgetting. He couldn't remember where he went or who he saw, he couldn't remember the faces he had seen.

He raced the rain but it still caught up to him. He looked for a way out but there wasn't a single place he could find that would let him get away.

He ran.

And ran.

His memory becoming more faint, he was losing to the rain. Then suddenly, light, a way out. If only he could reach it, if only...


Gasp

The boy quickly sat up and clenched his chest, he felt as if he had ran forever, his heart felt as if would have burst out of his chest; the sweat trickled down his face as he calmed down his person. He glanced up and looked around him, he had woken to a small, grey room. The place where his day would begin and it would eventually end, the place where he would start anew. Usually, he would wonder where he was and how he got to the place he was in but this time he didn't wonder such a thing. Usually, when he awoke from his dreaming it would be a "new" day, a clean start but on this day, on this particular day it was something different.

You see, to those who were waking up just like him it was a "new" day but to him, to this boy it was not a "new" day, it was and finally, the next day.


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