46.) "Just don't forget me, okay…?" SetoLox, suggested by: YosgayHomomura / Novaglare or YosgayHomomura
(Short random update because why not? Srry if it isn't very good!)
Running. It was all I could seem to do anymore. Run, and hope that maybe, I can catch up. Run, and hope that they haven't won yet. Run, and hope that I'm not too far behind. As the demons in my head continue to battle with me, continue to try and convince me that he didn't care, I ignore them. He needs me. I need him. He won't…
The compound is huge. And his brewery is in the tower. Up the stairs. I'm running still. I can't stop. He can't… The sound of my fist rattles the silence, and the door remains shut. No response is given to me, and no sound comes from the dead room. Entry is given as I realize the door is already unlocked. Dust. Spiders. Webs. Broken glass. Ruined books. Not a soul. Not a word. No one. An open window. The rain is seeping in on this dark night. But as I look out I find nothing. He isn't here…
I'm running again. I have too… It's all I know how to do. I pass them. First it's Jason. Then it's Quentin. Ian. Tyler. Mitch and Jerome. Jocelyn. Adam. Max and Ross. Alesa. None of them run. Not one of them can… The demons are screaming. I can't see. I can't hear. Thump goes my heart, hardly, painfully, and I stop. My knees are where I find myself. He can't…
I'm running again. Trying too. They're worrying now. They're placing pieces together. They know something is wrong. They don't ask. They try to prevent my running. I don't let them without a struggle. I'm screaming. The recruits are staring. They never see this. They never see my demons. They ask that I calm down. They're leading me to a quiet place now. The recruits are staring. The rain is pattering against the flat roof, against the ground, and for all I know it could be footsteps. I'm crying. I'm yelling. I'm fighting. I need him. I need to run…
They've sat me down. Ian is keeping me in place. Jerome is trying to calm me. My demons have never affected him as they do the others. The others fear it. The demons. They don't know them. Not like Jerome. Jerome is touching my face. I thrash. I cry out incoherently, begging, pleading nonsense with my words. They don't listen. They never listen. The words aren't for them. I scream. I yell. I fight. Ian doesn't let me go. Jerome doesn't stop trying to calm me. I kick at him. He reacts too slowly. I thrash against a surprised Ian.
I'm running again. They're chasing me. Cat and mouse. Was I not a cat such a short time ago? I'm in the dark now. I'm cold. I'm shivering. I can't see. I can't move. They're trying to lead me somewhere again. I'm not letting them. They won't let me stay outside. I can see him. He's staring. He's dry. He won't wait. He's backing away. I need to run…
They lose grip of me. I'm running. I trip. I fall in the mud. I get up. They're grabbing me again. I get away. I'm running. I'm grabbing him. He backs away and I fall into him. I'm crying. He's warm. He's cold. He isn't breathing. I look to his face. The others are pulling me away. The tree is hurt.
Just don't forget me, okay…? That's what the tree says. He's staring. He begins to evaporate. I'm screaming. I fall to my knees. The mud is encasing me. I'm soaked. I'm blabbering. He's smiling. He's sad. He turns to the tree. He's gone.
I'm curled in a ball. The others are trying to get me up. I don't move. The recruits are staring from the windows. I'm sobbing. I'm yelling. My demons are winning. His won long ago. My running is pointless. My running isn't enough now. My running was never enough. He was always too fast for me to catch up too. I couldn't save him. I couldn't run.
