Hey, readers, I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but I was really busy these last few days. I hope you enjoy!

The car ride to Rocque Records was silent until Kendall noticed something. "Hey, dude. Why is there blood on your hand?" At the word blood, Carlos and Logan both glanced back to see what he was talking about. Shit, I thought. I was sure I got all the blood off. I tried to change the subject. "Hey, Logie, keep your eyes on the road please," I said quickly. He sent me a menacing glare and then returned to watching the road. The subject changing didn't work. "So, James, what is with the blood?" Kendall asked worriedly. "I, uh, had a nosebleed before we left. I guess I didn't get all the blood off," I lied quickly. He opened his mouth to question me, but the radio was suddenly turned on. Thank you, Jesus, for Carlos' short attention span. The rest of the way we were silent, the only noise heard was the music pouring from our speakers. Suddenly, black spots blocked my vision and I felt dizzy, but as quickly as it came it disappeared. That was weird, I thought to myself. About ten minutes later we pulled up into Rocque Records, and hurried inside. As soon as, we passed through the hallway we heard, "Where are those dogs? They are late!" Uh oh. We are so dead. We sprinted all the way to the recording booth. "Finally the dogs are here. Get in the booth we need to record a new song," Gustavo said, surprisingly calmly. We walked in and the music started to play. "So hop in your ride, roll your windows down, cause tonight's your night, get lost in the sound, gotta crank the music loud, baby blow your speakers out," we sang perfectly. That's how it went through almost the entire song. Suddenly, almost at our last verse, the dizziness returned, worse than before. I grabbed Carlos' shoulder for support and he stopped singing out of surprise. "Dogs, what was that? What- wait. What's wrong with James?" Gustavo asked suddenly. Everyone turned to look at me. "I'm fine really. I just felt a little dizzy. No need to worry now." Then the dizziness got worse and I fell back and hit the wall. Then I sat and leaned up against the back of the recording booth. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head in my hands. "James! Are you o.k.?" Logan asked concerned. "Yeah, I told you I'm fine." Which no one believed considering as soon as I finished the word "fine," I started losing consciousness . The last thing I remembered before succumbing to the darkness was my name being called repeatedly.

I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply. I looked around. There was blinding darkness everywhere. I screamed but no one could hear me. I couldn't hear anyone or anything. I only heard silence. Everywhere around me smelled like blood. A few tears slipped down my cheeks. This really is my own hidden torment.

I can feel them

They are near

I wait

No one comes

Why are they not coming

Am I that worthless

Would they could care less if I disappear

For eternity

Do they not realize how close to death I am

Do they not realize the blood I pour out daily

As a cry for help

Or the pain of hunger

I force on myself

Do they not realize I'm slipping

Into the abyss of darkness

Do they not hear me cry out

Scream for mercy

Do they not feel the strife of my life

The undying hatred I face daily

Or the rough pattern of my scars

Can they not see my tear stained face

Or my blood shot eyes

The result of begging for peace

Mercy

And love

Can they not smell the scent of blood and salt

And pain inflicted on my flesh

Can they not taste the bleeding crimson offering I give

In hope it would be enough to make someone come

And find me

To lead me home

To show me the right path

And the light

I so desperately crave to see

From all the days bound in darkness

Please come and help me

Save me

Rescue me

Please

Before it's too late

Hey, I'm sorry it's short, but the next chapter I will try to make longer. Please R & R.