Children yell and scream while messing around in a playground outside of a school building. Though it is quite cold outside, they run around as if it’s summer. Some cries can be heard, but they’re muffled out by the joyous exclamations.
The sounds bother the lone stranger in a dark, cold room. He strums his guitar, trying to think, but the children ruin his concentration. He is frustrated at first, but nostalgia intervenes, and he recalls his own time spent on the playground long ago. He almost longs for those days, when he didn’t have to worry about the things he has to worry about now.
The sounds increase, however, and are almost deafening. How are they so loud? What are they doing? And below the chattering, the stranger hears a static, and a hum, underneath the yelling, and he guesses correctly just exactly what is happening; there aren’t any real children outside. There’s something else outside, playing around with the stranger’s memories.
He gets up, and looks outside, to confirm this fact. There are no children on the small public playground, but instead there is a lingering gray blur hovering over the swingset. Of course they had followed him here…after driving everyone else away, they wanted to be sure that he was alone.
The person sighs, and sits back down on the bare bed. He picks up his guitar, and pic, and contemplates playing a song, but ultimately decides against it. His head is beginning to ache again, so there was no point in playing it anyways.
The buzzing outside stops, and the gray blob is gone; he can feel it leave. With that distraction gone, the painful thoughts and emotions drift back into view for the young man. He is so lonely, and oh so cold.
A week ago, he had been moved again, to a new location southwest. Every few months, he is moved to a new location by a company he is bound to, for secure reasons. He had at first accepted this, but now, it had gotten to the point of it being ridiculous.
He had met a girl; someone who had changed his entire perspective on life. She had finally dulled the pain, and had taken away the buzzing. Everything was brightened; the shadows had been eradicated.
The nightmares had finally stopped. He was happy…for a while.
But he was whisked away one night; the dream ended that quickly. Taken away to a state, and branded with a new name and life. He was completely alone.
It was so dark for him in that place. Shadows swallowed everything. And he has to adapt to that, again? There’s no light to follow this time. Maybe, he would be swallowed by the darkness. That’s entirely possible.
He’d rather die than let that happen, come to think of it.
So he was planning to do something. If things didn’t change soon, he was taking his car and driving off a fucking cliff. He couldn’t do well on his own again. A human being can’t deal with extreme loneliness.
At the same time, he was telling himself, over and over again, that things were going to be alright. Things were going to change; someone would come and save him, right? Someone cared…right?
No. Wrong wrong wrong. Everyone’s gone, completely gone. How stupid, this thought! He was cut off from society, never to see the light of a bustling city again! From now on, the only City he could see would be The Emptiest City on Earth; a City only he could see.
It was always in his dreams, this city. But no need to talk about that.
What to do, what to do.
Writing away in his journal, pretending to be someone looking in. This person is me; we share the very same name. I am the sad boy, alone in a house in the middle of Winter.
We are both dying; slowly, but it’s happening.
The buzzing's started again.
Please, someone take me away from here. Pleasepleasepleaseplease
It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright,….
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