SherryVeramuto

You glanced at the time, it was 4 in the morning, then at the calendar which told you it was two more weeks until Christmas. Normally, you would be ecstatic about the holidays, but this year, you just couldn't seem to find the Christmas spirit in you. For some reason everything was going awry this year. Presents were up for discussion, you couldn't come up with your own list of things that you wanted, and when you did figure out something you wanted, you would try to ensure that you got what you wanted rather than wanting it to be a surprise on Christmas Eve. This was not normal and you were wondering if there was something wrong with you. I

What was supposed to be a normal day in the household of the Krafts ended up being quite unusual. When Lawrence came home after a long day down in the shop, he returned only be greeted by the aroma of food cooking on the fire. Holo was nowhere to be seen, nor was their daughter. “Holo? Myuri?” he called out, and waited for a response. When he got none, he ventured further into their house, searching for his wife and little one. He ended up finding his wife up in their room, grooming the tail of which she was so proud of, but Myuri was not with her. Worry began to bubble up inside him.        “Holo, where’s Myuri?

It's dark, and I'm running and running, trying to find someone. Anyone. Everything is dark and I can't see my hand in front of me. I've tripped several times and I can feel the blood trickling down my leg, but I can't feel any pain. It's like I've gone numb. My breathing is heavy and ragged, though, as I stumble forwards in a vain attempt to escape the cold darkness.     'Where are you? Where am I? Why is it so dark? I don't like the dark!' I trip again and fall on my face. My skin is violently ripped open by the harsh ground and I hear a crack as my nose comes into contact with the hard, unforgiving surface. My cheek and nose are bleeding

I remember how you used to be Holding me close hugging me with all your warmth Laughter that was contagious Now, I don't know you anymore You're a stranger to me hugging feels awkward and uncomfortable Laughter that is unsettling Your mind clouded and obscured fallen to illness Months of clarity with medicine They stop working It's still the same arms still the same face and still the same voice but you're no longer him Who are you? Where did you come from? Will you ever go away? Where is the man whom I called father? Where is the man who raised me? The man whom my mother married where is he? Will he ever come back?