The Lives of the Lost

by Aage Crow   Mar 27, 2007


Wondering the darkness, they stumble and trip searching for a way out. Unnoticed they find they can't escape, that no one remembers them, that they won't be saved. Tears run down their hardened faces and they scream as they pound on the doors of hell begging to be loose, free souls once more. It's so dark. The walls seem to cave in on you. The door won't open because the demons fear the light. You realize it's sealed for good there is no escape. Just then the door slowly drifts open. The light begins to hurt your eyes but you smile and run for the door to find you can't reach it. Falling to your knees in pain due to the ward around the door, you notice a small girl in rags who has been here longer than you is pulled through the invisible field that blocked you. You are both furious and happy. Furious that you aren't free and someone else is. Happy because now you know that there maybe a way out. Suddenly you shiver in fear as you realize what if no one finds you? You turn to see the shadow of lost souls turning into demons of nightmares. What if you become like them? Turning back to the light, you scream you best friends name hoping they heard you and you smile. "They heard me," you whisper to yourself as you allow the darkness to slip around you. Chains clatter as you walk the darkness once more waiting for your friend to return and save you from this hellish world. No one knows what happens after that....

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