Charlie began walking, walking, and walking. He didn't mind the cold, biting rain numbing his skin and soaking his bones through his thin hoodie.
(Here I lie forever)
Letting his thoughts run, he barely noticed where he was walking. His feet were carrying him, so that he appeared as though he was drifting. Floating along the cobblestone, pale as a ghost and seeming to be a ghost; that was Charlie.
(Sorrow still remains. Will the water pull me down and wash it all away?)
As he paced the tombstones and flowers of the looming cemetery, he saw a movement flashing by him near the woods. Instead of calling out to whatever it was, he approached the woods cautiously; unaware of what was secretly following his every move.
(Come and take me over. Welcome to the game.)
He heard a rustle just beyond the edge of the trees and decided, against better judgment, to investigate it.
(Will the current drag me down and carry me away?)
Suddenly, he felt a pull in his chest, not physical, for he could not see anything grabbing him or pulling him, but he was drawn to a tree that was only a few feet away. The tree was beautiful, low branches with ivy entangled all around, crawling about the tree much like a beautiful, but some how deadly, infection.
(Suddenly the light begins to change)
While admiring the trees low-lying branches, Charlie heard a noise from within the tree, and dismissed it, thinking it was only a squirrel or a chipmunk. But hearing it again and louder this time, Charlie started to wonder and looked up in the branches of the tree and saw a girl, about 15 or 16, maybe, crouching on a branch. She grabbed another branch and swung down, landing on the crunchy, dried leaves without a sound. Her black hair was long, and shaggy for a girl, with green eyes and a glare that, to Charlie, resembled the ivy he had seen on the tree, beautiful but still dangerous.
As she approached him, he felt that pulling in his chest become tighter, more intense. He was starting to wonder what this was and what was happening. If he told anyone about this, they would merely think he was speaking of a petty love for this girl, but that was not what he was feeling. The way she was studying him made him nervous. Then finally she spoke, "So it's you. I have waited all this time, and it's you. Let's hope you're more promising than you look." Charlie stared at her, confused, then he finally managed to utter a reply, "Excuse me? I think you have the wrong guy. I'm just going to umm.. Leave now… so bye." As he turned to walk off she grabbed his shoulder."So you're telling me you didn't feel that just then? That connection? You felt it. It's all over your eyes. We gotta work on that. Great. Well follow me." He stayed where he was momentarily, but could not deny that "connection" as she'd called it. Curious, he trudged along behind her, wanting to know who she was and where she was going and what she knew about me and what the connection was about. Sadly for him, Charlie already had an idea.
(Hopeless. Im falling down.)