He called out. Though no one heard him. He could hear the sounds of thousands of people around him, but it appeared as if there was no one. The feeling of lonliness swept him up in a storm making him become aware of the pain that engulfed him. The unquenchable burning fire. The smell of rot. The feeling of regret that would not subside. He called out but no one heard him. It was too late. Too late. Fire, burning. Regret, overwelming.Alone...alone. Completely alone. Regret. Burning. Alone. Fear. Never ending.
Sawyer shot up. He was wide awake, shivvering. The sweat that poured down his face intense. He looked around the dark room.
"It was just a dream-" He panted. "Just a dream." He was still at Claires home. Sleeping on the sofa. As he calmed down a little, he lay back down. He shut his eyes, but the horrific sight, and sensation returned to him. He woke up again. This time, falling on his knees, his heart swelling.
"I've never prayed before." His tone was low. He was still panting, breathing heavily. "I've never-" He stopped. "I wanna ask if you'd forgive me-" He said. "forgive me for my sins." He knew a little bit, he had been listening the past couple of sundays that he and Claire had attended the church. "Please come and live inside of me." He asked. "I need you- more than I've ever needed anything." He pleaded. "I need you. Please forgive me." At that moment such an overwelming peace flooded him. A peace as if he had never known peace before. After a couple quiet moments of reflection, he crawled back upon the sofa's top. He closed his eyes, and slept.
Authors Note: Let me know if I should continue???