barely surviving has become my purpose
cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface
A chill crept up his spine causing his hackles to rise and his muscles to painfully tense. It was surely his imagination, his foolish belief that the place was haunted causing him to think some ghost was making him feel cold chills rather then the coming winter wind and yet the paranoia and fear had already set into place and the stubborn boy wouldn't be convinced other wise. At each sound, every small rustle and slightest flicker of moment he swirled his head around, wide eyed and holding his breath as his panic began to grow. More and more his fears grew, growing wild and elaborating until every rock, leaf and stick seemed to be out to get him. Sat upon the ground as he was he tucked his legs tightly against his chest and buried his face into them, curling up small in hope that his imaginary demons wouldn't notice his stark white self sat there.
“Al, Al, Al...” he whimpered quietly, calling for his Twin in hope the other would somehow find him. With each cool breeze the wrapped itself around his huddled form, the white boy shivered, whimpering a little and peering over his folded legs expecting to see some demon or another. Minutes passed and time began to stretch on, all the while he remained in place scared and alone. Movement sounded before him and he glared over his legs to see a familiar white form, causing his frown to deepen more before his eyes widened a fraction and he unfolded his limbs, clumsily rising up onto two legs. Stepping forward he intended to run towards the white female, succeeding in only stepping forward twice before falling to the ground, legs and arms sprawled out everywhere in an attempt to break his fall but made little difference. With a loud thud he fell face first into the floor.
Peering up from his new-found position on the ground, he whimpered slightly out of pain and happiness that he'd been found, “Aya”. Trying to bring himself up into a seated position, he slowly untangled himself and then slowly rose to stand once more, looking at the white female as if she would disappear at any moment.
Image courtesy of Martin Gommel; Table by the Mentors!
