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It didn’t seem quite real. It seemed to be nothing but a night terror. Someone’s idea of a sick joke.



…The phone is ringing but I find it hard to wake myself up to answer it. The phone is ringing and I am beginning to doze off again. The phone is ringing but I no longer hear it. The phone goes to voicemail…



…I step out of the shower and I am drenched in crystal drops of water. My black toenails contradict the white tile nicely. Over to the mirror. I stand gazing at my reflection through the steam. Nothing but a disfigured body. I move on to the kitchen and there it was. The answering machine and it’s flashing red light. It was notifying me I had a message. I sleepily hit the button as water drops onto the ugly plastic.

“Join me in the rain. I’ll be waiting.” and the phone goes dead.

It was Him. The one with no name. We have come to the conclusion that a name means nothing. Just another aid to the public. They all must fear the unknown. We are the unknown…



…The smoke filling my already damaged lungs as I continue to walk the earth. The rain hitting my face causing this shadow to smile. My heavy boots disturbing the puddles that kiss the concrete. Losing myself in the vision of gray clouds and purple skies. Nothing going through my brain…



…My red hair stuck to my eyes. Pounding on the hallow door waiting for an answer. The sound waves are echoing through the allies and hallways. No answer. Lifting my pale hand to the fake silver doorknob. Twisting. Pushing. The door creeks…



…Inside I walk. The house small and without light. The shades drawn halfway letting the lightning give a visual. I hear the rain. Finding the winding stair case that consist of marble and wood. Step after step. I am closer. I am at the top. I proceed to move towards His bedroom. My boots still stomping and crying onto the boring floor boards. The door open an inch with the note: Join me. I’m calm as I push the door open…



…Instant tears fall. My eyes opened wide. Running to His side. Scanning over His now broken body. Another note crossed stiched to his forehead, the excess blue thread and needle hanging:

“To the rain that you create: Hearts can break. Circles can’t.”

His eyes open and faded. He’s looking at me. My eyes shift down to his shirtless chest and stomach. His body drenched in a different color tear. Crimson. In His right hand, lay the razor blade that he had used to paint his body. On his canvas of flesh was a circle with my name in the center. Neatly carved into skin, muscle, and bone. The drops of blood sliding off his skin…



…A disfigured heart to accent my disfigured body. His words still ranting, captivating, and secluding by brain…Join me…