01-26-2010, 09:48 PM
When morning came, Lost silently moved Isis from his lap and tucked her into the blankets. He watched her sleep for a few minutes before quietly leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
The doll went to the kitchen to refill his glass of water, avoiding contact with anyone else in the process. As usual, he passed by the Party Preps in their constant party, and then the Others as they tried to mingle with the residents of the house. His black eyes took in everything familiar hungrily, and he finally reached the kitchen after lingering in the halls.
Filling his cup, the doll sipped at it before moving to sit in his usual chair - the one in the corner of the room that he usually pulled up to the table. Doing so, he leaned his elbows on the smooth surface. Closing his eyes, Lost fell into a strange state of nostalgia. He didn't even realize he fell into one of his hallucinations.
Something tapped against the window, drawing his attention. When he glanced over, a deathly pale doll with hollow eyes held her finger to her lips and pointed to something behind Lost.
He turned to look, and there stood Calla. When Lost got out of his chair to reach out to her, she shrank back and headed for the hallway. Lost followed, and soon they both stood before his bedroom door. Opening it quietly, Calla went over to the bed where Isis still lay, sleeping peacefully. She suddenly raised her fingers to her lips again, and reached toward Lost. The instant her fingers touched his arm, a blinding light, followed by pain, radiated through him.
Lost yanked away from Calla, only to find himself standing in his room. Before him, Isis still lay still. Glancing to his arm, a bit of frost seemed to coat the dark sleeve. Quieting his ragged breathing, the doll frowned. Illusions didn't do that.
Last edited by Esmme; 01-26-2010 at 11:34 PM..
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