1 The Message of the Fallin'

[ "If I told you that someone you cared about is about to die...would you believe me brother?" ]

The wind felt colder

The breeze hit my back

The back of my neck..

My scalp, as I twist and turned, unable to predict my landing,

It blew my hair in different directions,

And made my lips feel dry.

The sprinkling rain soon joined me on this never-ending fall.

Chill bumps rose to the surface of my skin and made me feel even more colder as raindrops hit each of the chill bumps, one at a time.

[ "I took the liberty of setting up something for you...so when they find out what has been going on you won't be surprised." ]

My eyelashes tickled me a bit as I noticed they had this dry prickly feeling, once the rain started to fall.

I didn't rub at them.

Gravity pulled at my body.

I tried to relax just a bit so I can feel as light as a feather.

But the feeling of gravity pulling me down was all I could think about.

The rain started to fall a little faster.

Droplets hit my face but the wind would blow the rain towards my arms, then my face, my chest, then my face; repeating constantly.

I closed my eyes for a split second then opened them again.

I had no choice but to look up.

Gazing at the dark purple and black sky.

Darkness never looked so good.

I don't think it'll look good on me, tempting though.

My feet, wet and bare.

The rain pours harder.

I'm unable to open my eyes to see.

My clothes soaked.

My hair so wet that it straighten itself and stuck to the sides of my face, neck, and gave me a spaced out bang that laid upon my forehead.

[ "You have been framed. What are the odds? There is something looking for us. Lurking, hiding, waiting to strike. If you're about to die...make sure that heathen you call Lilly dies first, she annoys me and I'm tired of seeing her." ]

A small faint grin was my reaction to a recent memory.

My sore, aching back.

Who would have known this would hurt so much.

Why doesn't anyone believe me?

Who could of done something so cruel, just to see me in pain.

Whoever you are....I hope your ready.

Mmm Killing You....that won't do.

No killing you wouldn't do me justice

I'm going to torture you.

A smirk spreads across my lips.

Summer Finland 2010

For what it seems like I've been falling forever I finally landed.....10 inches into the muddy wet dirt mixed in with wet prickly grass.

Can I not land on my feet anymore?

I couldn't tell exactly where I was at this exact moment.

I can't believe someone would do something so like this.

They must have a death wish.

I sat up off the muddy ground and slowly stood up while the mud melts off of me like hot magma.

I tried removing the red and brown dirt stains from my soaked white t-shirt but it was ruined and there was no point in saving it.

The ickyness I felt made me want to remove all my clothes but I only removed my shirt. Regarding the pouring rain, I felt much better knowing that I'm not in any unbearable pain anymore.

Falling is enough to make you hate flying.

I touched my back but only felt my shirt and not the heavy feeling I'm use too.

I shook dirt from my wet hair and brushed it back with my wet hands.

I closed my eyes for a brief second and opened them again, hearing the rain drops fall at 0.5 seconds in time, letting out a small breath of cold air.

"Who's there!! I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it!!"

The voice snapped me out of my zone and my stomach growled.

The sound of an old raspy voice and the cocking of a shotgun let's me know that they're not joking.

I looked around realizing I landed into someone's front yard.

Lightning strikes down on a place not to far from here and roars.

I glance at a house that looks 100ft away from the one I'm standing at.

This old man is already aggravating.

What person goes outside, in the rain, its storming, all just because they heard something suspicious. How do you hear anything else besides this damn weather. Damn this place is fucking noisy. And then he brings a shot gun, for what?

"Hey you there!! Don't make me shoot you!!!" I started to walk away, ignoring him.

"Grandpa go back in the house!"

A younger but firm voice with a British accent catches my attention so I stopped and began to listen.

"That man is standing on the lawn!!"

The old man yelled at his grandson.

I turn around and began to walk towards the high porch that separates us.

Who would've known that I would have landed here. Is this exactly where I needed to be...?

[ "Take this, it would help you" he gave me a black journal. ]

"Its late, go back inside before you scare grandma, I'll handle it." The old man goes back inside slowly, making sure to take his time.

"Is everything alright sir?"

The boy holds the shotgun now, lowering it behind his left leg.

"Yes, I stumbled upon your cottage and my intentions were not to bother you but gramps came out here pointing that gun at me" I say, trying not to alarm him more than I've already have.

"I'm sorry, he does that to every person that comes on this property" he exhaled annoyingly.

It fell silent for a few seconds and he looks at the 10in deep dirt that has been brought to the surface like someone tried to snowboard in thick wet mud.

He ignored how confused he was and looked back at me.

"Well I'll be on my way-.." I started to say getting ready to turn around.

"You should really put a shirt on. My neighbors may seem far away but they are quite nosy."

"I know, I don't like when my shirt sticks to my chest when it's raining" I slapped my shirt over my shoulder.

I don't want him to know I'm not from here or don't know where I'm at, I'm going to have to find some way to get info.

"Its a little dangerous walking out here in the cold wet rain. You're likely to get sick if you don't take shelter.......or put on a shirt-....just hurry inside" I opened the gate and jogged towards the front door.

That was easy.

I was welcomed inside where it was warm and the lights were dimmed.

Interesting....My wet muddy foot prints tracked the floor.

The feeling of mud in between your toes is an uncomfortable feeling.

I scanned every detail of the area I was presented with by looking but not turning my head to give him the idea that I'm looking for something.

"You can stay here for the night" the boy gives me a welcoming smile.

"Thank you so much, I'll leave tomorrow so don't worry. I got lost because of how dark it is outside and its hard to see when its raining."

"I completely understand your situation. This place....you just seem to get lost so your not the only traveler to stumble upon us seeking directions but you are the first to stay here with us. The bathroom is down the hall first door on the right. I'll set up your bed and bring you some clothes."

"Great." I say watching him walk further into the living area.