MIAB

3: Scream

Fear.

Everyone has a fear, even me.

I don't have a common fear.

I don't fear death

Because I'm immortal.

I don't fear the darkness

Because I am part of it.

I don't fear chaos

Because that is what I am.

I don't fear destruction

Because that is what I bring.

What do I fear, then?

I am afraid of being alone.

I am afraid of being alone,

trapped with only my thoughts for company.

Don't leave me alone

So I can hear those lonely thoughts.

Don't leave me alone

So I can curse the darkness.

Don't leave me alone

To suffer this silence.

Don't leave me alone.

I am scared.

Alone.

Abandoned.

I have no one.

In the end, I was alone.

And I'd be alone forever.

And nothing would change that.

I'm so scared.

I want someone to help me.

Why won't anyone help me?

Why won't anyone save me?

Someone, anyone.

I need someone.

Someone to dissolve my loneliness . . .

Anyone.

I'm lonely.

Save me!

I beg you . . .

~~~MIAB~~~

Tyson woke up in a disoriented state, trying to remember when he had fallen asleep because he certainly didn't remember. He shook his head, placing a hand on his forehead as he yawned, "Man, what a really weird dream. Dragoon as a human? Gimme a break. That sounds really weird. I wonder what made me dream about that, though?"

He stretched his arms, arching his back like a cat. He yawned again and then frowned in confusion when he finally looked at his surroundings, "Okay, now where in the world am I?"

The room he was in wasn't the cell he had been in for who knows how long and it certainly wasn't his bedroom. The bed he was in was a canopy bed that had the black curtains drawn, hiding what the rest of the room looked like. The bed was massive – probably king size or something – with dark blue sheets that felt really soft. The pillows were really soft too but Tyson ignored those last two facts because he had no idea where he was. More importantly, he had no idea where Kaori and Brooklyn were at.