"You don't have to go any further," the judge said. "Thank you." I stood in court that day not knowing how to respond to any of their questions. "Why couldn't you leave your room?" "Why can't you tell us who they were?" "Why were you spared?" I just did not know what to answer. They wouldn't let me leave, I can't give their identities, I don't know why I'm still here. No answer I gave was good enough for them. They were almost pinning their murders on me since I was being kind of incoherent. After a moment the judge began talking, but I faded off into thought as the whole scene played along in my head. I came back into focus. "Our forensics team could not find any evidence of any human being on Earth other than yourself. We found your fingerprints on the weapons that seemed to be used to murder them. I don't know how you did it, if you did, but all traces lead back to you. If you give us the identities of the supposed criminals then you will be released from our custody and they will be handled and charged. We will protect you in the case..." "I told you, I just can't tell you." "You can't or you don't want to." I became frustrated, wondering how I was going to get out of this. I couldn't tell them, even if I did I would be in trouble regardless. I got this cold chill in my body and my arms were producing goose bumps. The judge began speaking again, and though he was speaking he was mute. Everything was quiet. Then, the power went out and I heard faint screams. I was gone.
The judge sent a search out for me, but even I didn't know where I was. It was just darkness. I never saw the lights come back on. I was afraid and lost. I don't like the darkness, I can see all of my fears/paranoia. Within the dark realm where I was trapped. I could feel what couldn't really be there. I could hear voices that were mute in the light. I couldn't do anything because I was scared. I can't remember how long I was there before I saw light again. I felt safer where I was, but at the same time I was wondering why I was there in the first place.
They were just coming home after my family's funeral. I couldn't make it, I was trapped in my own darkness. In the room, I sat on the bed, contemplating what was going on. And soon appeared the person I least expected to see again. He just stood there with a confused face, staring at me. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I knew how he felt. It was a painful awkward silence before he spoke, "How did you get in here? Where have you been? I've been blowing your phone up hoping for a reply to be honest." I just smiled, and when I looked up, he smiled too. He observed me, before I could even completely notice myself. I changed. My hair grew longer than it was a few days ago, at least I thought it was a few days ago. My skin was a lighter, paler complexion and I fancied a black dress. I did notice the dress when I appeared. I wonder, how long was I gone and what happened in that void that I can't remember? I just could not remember and it was frightening. Though, my appearance fit my mood perfectly. Before he could ask, I just looked away from him and said, "I didn't do it." He walked closer, still observing my nature trying to see if he's just being delusional. He was careful as he walked, as if he were scared of me. I felt like a stranger. "How did you get in here?" "I don't know," was all I could say, because I didn't. "What happened?" He asked daringly. "I'm scared if I tell you, one of us, if not both of us would be hurt. It's dangerous." He didn't ask another question after that. Then, I recalled someone telling me something like, my soul would travel where it feels at home, or home lies where the heart is. If I'm here because my heart is here... do I still have a heart? Does this mean I'm still alive? I felt confused and I started getting chilly again. So I grabbed his arm and tugged at him. I pulled him into me and wrapped both arms around his neck, giving him the tightest hug I could. "I missed you," I whispered. He hugged me back. I know he felt confused and didn't know how to really react, but he said, "I missed you too." With him, I felt safer, and I felt happier, so I slid off the bed and fluffed my dress. I can tell he was happy with my presence the way that he admired me. Then, his siblings came into the room to ask him a question. Normally I wouldnt be in his room, for multiple reasons from months ago, but they came into his room and walked right past me as if I wasn't even there. He looked at me and then back at them in confusion. He stopped them mid sentence and asked "You dont see her?" "See who?" They responded looking to where he was pointing. Then he stopped asking more questions and tried to stop looking at me until they left the room. I couldnt do anything but lean against the wall and wonder, "Am I dead? Why can he only see me? Is he possibly the only one who can see me?" That's when I held my hand over my chest, scared, in hoping of a heartbeat. Nothing.
