Neverwere.

[scarypuppy]

IN all seriousness, Fiction and Reality can coincide. Adaptations of life are not uncommon even in the cinema and or works of literature. Stories of the hardships of poverty, the loss of a loved one, the Hell that is War, the Horrible effects of Narcotics on your life and body and even coming to terms with Homosexuality, all are commonplace on television, movies and books.

Neverwere (And no, the name is not a Copy of Nevermore) is a collection of short stories following a set of characters living in a "City" called Neverwere. Their lives, their problems and their solutions will be literally an open read to you as I present them. Neverwere is a city of constantly shifting size and location, with a nearby lake, a desert portion to the west, snowy mountains no less than an hour's drive away and sky scrapers a few minutes from suburbs and even rural homes, Neverwere is hard to place but can be likened to a numerous amount of cities and towns across the US...and the World.

Also, the nearby towns of, Alwayswill, Couldbe, Chances and Revalations are all pretty much towns symbolizing different things to different characters within my stories.
Alwayswill is a small farming community 6 hours away from Neverwere, within the agriculturally active but still scorching soundless Desert (once again, I made up the name) many of the main characters have family and friends in Alwayswill, having moved to Neverwere either of their own choice or through unforeseen circumstances.
Couldbe is a neighboring city of equal size to Neverwere that is a center for fashion, trade, music and art.  The city enjoys a moist and at times chilly temperature with Mt. August and the surrounding Encompassing Mountains almost perpetually with snowfall and cover. People the characters are close to, but either unwilling or unable to come to terms with the fact live here.
Chances is basically a transportation hub, with an airport, train station, several national-chain bus stations and even Army, Navy, Airforce and Marine bases within and surrounding the city. While Rain is rare here, when it hits it hits in torrents. Usually, people head here as they're on their way out of this small corner of the world, usually leaving behind loved ones.
Revalations is a Ghost Town, built during the Western Expansion to house miners, pioneers and the like. Gone in to decay since the failure of the nearby lake (It is extremely polluted and in turn poisons fish and nearby plantlife) the town sits silent and empty, with the exception of the occasional transient, or person looking for peace and solitude among it's creaking buildings.

All the cities, people and incidents are based off of events and persons that have affected my life or vice versa, for better or worse.

"Life's hard to figure out, I tried, And Neverwere was the ideal place for me to try....because I could never get it."
Quote, Unknown Transient, Chances Police Department.

Enjoy the upcoming installment.
Neverwere; Addiction be your burden, Denial be your chains.
Char: Andrew Thayer.

[scarypuppy]

The sky glowed a fiery red, with traces of violet and purple snaking their way through the colors as the sun set. The breeze was strong, yet still calm enough to not be a trouble as Andrew made his way through the thicket of trees and low lying bushes. Loveless park was a large section of land that the city had put aside for the parks & rec association on the West side of the town, away from the crowded projects of the East Side. Andrew's breath froze in the chilled air and was quickly whisked away by the swift breeze, his eyes stinging from both the lack of sleep and the continued wind in his face. His footsteps were heavy yet quick as he crunched along a long forgotten path littered with fallen branches, leaves and the random scattered wrappers of food and the such. Andrew zipped his Sweater up as he continued forward, the thin shirt and the almost as thin sweater not adding to his warmth. The shirt's lettering, 'Bless the fall' was covered by the sweater's logo, 'A Heartwell Ending.' Towards the end of the trail a decrepit shell that was once a public restroom stood, the woman's section caved in with the men's seeming burned out. Andrew Pulled his Thin Sweater tighter around himself and walked towards the yawning building, whispering as he reached the door, "You here?" Andrew looked into the semi-darkness and saw a small flicker of light, the end of cigarette as someone takes a last draw before putting it out, "Yeah, Im here." A man stepped out of the darkness of a stall down the line, his ebony skin gleaming with sweat as he exhaled the final wisps of smoke from his lips. Andrew relaxed slightly and stood in the doorway, his hands slightly shaking in anticipation. "Dont be so jittery, you haven't even payed yet." Andrew rubbed his hands together, clenching and relaxing his fingers, trying to regain some warmth as he walked forward, a hand reaching into his pocket. He brought out his wallet and fished inside, a food stamp slipping out and laying on the floor as he withdrew several large bills, placing them in the man's hand and placing his wallet back into his pocket. The man counted the bills and nodded, putting the tender in his pocket and reaching into one of the low hanging zipped leg pouches on his pants and withdrew a small zipplock bag, placing it in his hand along with a small plastic box. The man chuckled, "You look tired, get some sleep man." Andrew smiled weakly and placed the items into his small dark green backpack, shivering slightly as he rolled his shoulders, "Why sleep when I can feel the sun rising in my veins?" The man rolled his eyes and pulled his sweater's hood over his head, briskly walking out of the building with Andrew, looking up at the now almost completely violet sky, stars and satellites dotting the sky, "I'll need double the normal price next time, the cops are keeping an eye on my boys at the Greyhound station in Chance." Andrew tugged on the lone strap draped over his right shoulder, looking at the ground, then at the sky, and finally at the Man, "Alright, I'll have it." The man smiled and turned his head to Andrew, laughing softly as he walked away, shaking his head.
Andrew watched the cars pass him as he stood outside the Lovecraft Cafe, his sunglasses hiding his eyes from the lights that stung his sensitive eyes. He tossed his head to move the bangs that had draped over his eyes and looked in through the Cafe's Window; his friend Noah's shift was almost over and he always got a free cup of coffee and at least a cookie, which he always liked to tease him with since he couldn't eat the store's products. Noah was cleaning off a table when he noticed Andrew, his hair falling over his face as he leaned over the table with a cloth. Noah stood and brushed back his hair, walking briskly to the door. Andrew kept his hands in his pockets as he grinned widely, Noah walking out onto the sidewalk and shaking his head, "You know, the boss is going to wonder why some bum keeps showing up and getting my ONE free coffee and snack I get per day from here." Andrew shrugged, pouting his lips, "He'll just assume your Gay and that I'm your lover." Noah sighed and motioned for him to enter the store. Andrew walked in halfway and turned slightly, kicking his leg back and bending his back so he could leap into the store, nearly slipping on the freshly mopped floor. "see, thats why I don't like you doing the commercial kick, your going to end up breaking your neck." "nuh uh!" "Just go find somewhere to sit." "Yes Ma'am" Andrew walked slowly towards a table near the back, crossing his legs as he gained some feeling back in his extremities. Andrew tugged at the back of his pants as he waited, the tight fitting legs always tugging the waist down as he walked. Noah returned, his apron draped over his shoulder and his work shirt unbuttoned, "heres your coffee sir, the way you like it, and of course, teh cookie." Andrew golf clapped and accepted the drink and snack, biting down into the cookie and over exaggerating by fluttering his eyes and going limp in his seat, " Its like I just bit into pure Euphoria." Noah laughed and leaned on the table with one elbow, his fist pressed against his cheek, "Whens the last time you ate, like, really ate, Andy." Andrew put the cookie down and sipped at the coffee, mumbling after he took a small drink, "Im fine, just, money's coming in a bit slow, its cool." Noah closed his eyes and rubbed at them, "How much did you blow, on your drugs." Andrew set the cup down and crossed his arms, leaning back into his chair, "None of your business." Noah opened his eyes and looked up through his drooping hair, "It is when I'm the one who lent you some." Andrew clicked his tongue and looked off to the left, " about....200" Noah groaned, "Andy, I gave you that money to get some better clothes, food, something, your wearing the shirt my mom gave you two years ago." "How is Mrs. Haisee anyways?" "Dont change the subject." "Im not, I just want to know." "She's fine, worried about you now since your parents cut you off." Andrew picked up the coffee and slowly rotated the cup in his palms, watching it's contents swish about. "You know, you could live with me, in Couldbe, my apartment's not big but it could hold another person, come on, I've seen your place, Im surprised the City hasn't  condemned the whole complex." "Well, Mr. Morality, I'm Fine, my job at the store is holding me over." "Till what, Till you die with a F%#$ing needle in your arm?" "what the f*&$ ever, I've lived this long, I think I can take care of myself." Noah leaned forward and placed a hand on his lap, "I just, dont want you to get hurt." Andrew looked down at his hand and shifted his legs so that it fell, "Im fine, alright?" Noah breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, running his hands through his hair then placing them behind his head, lacing the fingers, "Okay, but how much do you have, like, for spending, on food and stuff." "enough." "You said that last month when you almost lost that hole in the wall." "800, about, my paycheck came in last Friday." "Well, My day off is tomorrow, want to get together and do something?" "Sex?" "Smartarse, you know what I mean." Andrew grinned and nodded, standing as he tugged his backpack further up onto his shoulder, "Sounds like fun, you know my cell right?" " 'Course." Andrew nodded and waved as he exited, doing the kick again as he stepped out into the street, Noah shaking his head and smiling as he watched him disappear around the window's edge.
Andrew skipped steps as he walked up the creaking flights that led up to his floor. He skipped down the hallway leading up to his room and stopped at his door, rummaging through his keys and quickly unlocking his door, walking in and shutting it behind him, fastening the bolt and re-locking it behind him. Several Minutes later he was seated next to his rickety stove, tapping his foot rapidly as he waited for the Heroin to cook, a needle already prepared and waiting. He tugged at the band of cord he had wrapped around his arm, making sure it was just tight enough. He watched it cook and pop, forming something like a lillypad as it did, his body shook as he watched it. Finally he dipped the needle into the small cap-full of the drug, withdrawing a large sum and slowly tapping the syringe with his finger as he placed it against his arm, the needle searing his flesh a bit as he sank it into his arm. It took just a few seconds for it to take effect, the needle and cord lying next to him on the table as he cupped his head in his hands, music playing in the background. As the Punk Cover of Hotel California ended, another song slowly pulsed to life, Clint Eastwood by the Gorillaz. As the opening Base and drum slowly thumped the singer's soft opening coo coincided with his body as the full effect overcame him, his pupil's dilating, his body feeling light and loose. As the singer went into the first Chorus he stood, "I aint Happy, Im feeling glad I got Sunshine, In a bag im useless, but not for long, the future is comin on." Andrew braced himself as the song and the high began to merge, his world slowly vibrating with every string strum and drum beat. He bumped into the refrigerator  and fell as the song sang out in a hip hop beat, "You like it? Gunsmoken' righteousness with one token, Psychic among those, Possesses you with one go!" As the final few words snaked their way into his consciousness, he realized he wasn't breathing, his body shuddering as it tried to force his lungs to draw in air. He stumbled towards his room as he gasped for air, his inhaler and mister were in a medical case underneath his tattered bed and frame.  The chorus rang out a second time, the singer's slow almost haunting voice overpowering the crazed thoughts running through Andrew's head "I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long the future is coming on" . He gasped Loudly, his lungs sounding as if they might rip if he tried to breathe any harder, and fumbled with the latch on the plastic case and tossed numerous attachments to his mister aside as he frantically sought out his inhaler. His head felt as if it were on fire, his lungs beginning to burn as well, and he pressed his head to the mattress as his fingers finally felt the curved outline of his inhaler. He quickly put it to his lips and drew in a deep breath, his lungs finally catching and allowing him to breathe. He leaned forward and gagged, then vomited phlegm and bits of food onto the floor, his fingers curling and digging his nails into the floorboards. The song ended in the same consistent beat, the mournful voice trailing off with an echo as Andrew felt himself slipping into sleep, his body dragging him down for his own good "its comin' on, its comin' on, the future, its comin' on, its comin' on, my future". He slumped against the floor, his head laying limply on his shoulder as he felt his body relaxing, his head cooling, his lungs returning to normal pace. His eyes fluttered as he glanced over at the stove, he had luckily turned it off before he went into his episode. His eyes closed just as the next song in line began, a soft yet sturdy voice soothingly singing, "Pound, my knuckles hard against the floor, my head against the wall, But I did this to myself, Assume its just not worth getting back up, so I'll blame it on bad luck and shake responsibility." and just as the singer uttered the next word, Andrew echoed him in perfect unison, "yeah."
Andrew awoke with a start as his playlist blasted his morning wake up song, 'Could tell a Love, By Bless the Fall' "Well there go, My big plans, to build up this fortress into the clouds!" He shakily stood and walked into the kitchen, everything seeming colder and more distant, as if he was completely alone. His phone blinked on the corner of the small TV he had up against wall adjacent to the window. He picked it up and checked the time; 12:00 pm. He groaned and checked his messages, he had three, all were from Noah. He hit play and held the small cell to his ear, "Hey, Its me again, I'm in town so just call me up whenever you want me to pick you up, I was thinking we could hit a movie or even raise some hell at that one club we hate." Andrew chuckled and walked to the counter as he checked his text-messages. He had only one, and as he read it, the song rang out, "we'll make it out of it
your not the only one."
Andrew waited outside his complex as he waited to see Noah's tan Altima turn the corner onto his street. South and 8th wasn't the most cheerful corner of the city, the police even designated it a 'hostile district' like the military with unfriendly civilians. He felt warmer than the day before, of course it was sunny, but now he was wearing a thick black jacket and a pair of regular dark faded jeans, with his cotton 'John Carpenter's the Thing' Shirt making him feel even more cozy. Finally, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Altima turn the corner, pulling up slowly and coming to a stop, a Ramones cover song blaring out of the windows. Noah leaned over to his window and pushed his sunglasses down his nose, "I'll give you 50 for a Quickie." "Andrew rolled his eyes and climbed into the car, relaxing as the song's carefree lyrics questioned him with a timeless phrase, "I wanna Know, Have you ever seen the Rain? Coming down, on a sunny day." He smiled and leaned the chair back as the Altima pulled away from the curb and sped along the rain-slicked streets, the song ending and moving straight into the next, "I See trees of green, red roses too, I see em bloom, for me and you, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world." The music echoed through the crowded street, as if to tell the kids playing with the slightly deflated ball, the wino in the gutter, the hopeless debtor, the fatherless child, the unmourned daughter, that everything was going to be alright.

First installment, Andrew will be the First character to show up, and dont worry, it wont just follow him.
Next up, Nevermore; Wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Char: Andrew Thayer.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

I like it so far, Emopup! Your writing is so descriptive!

[flames]

Incredibly descriptive work there. I'm quite impressed and would like to see how you continue this.

[Dr. Strange]

Lovely read, master. I hope you finish it.

[scarypuppy]

The Neon lights of the re-fitted theater buzzed and flickered upon their steel and plastic mantel, advertising a collection of films ranging from your clean cut comedy to the current conspiracy maze film of the month. Andrew looked up and read out the names slowly, "Honey you lost me , supposed to be some kinda Chick flick." Noah shook his head, his hands inside the side pockets of Andrew's Jeans as he stood with his hands on his hips. Noah perched his chin on Andrew's shoulder and relaxed, "Seen it." "When?" "Last week in Chance with Jamie, Yoyo and Nickels." Andrew snapped a finger and rubbed at his chin cartoonishly, as if he were stroking a long beard. "Lets see, ah, Montoya?" "Nah, Ive had enough of Boxing movies for a while." Andrew turned and tapped Noah's head with his, "Well you pick." Noah looked up and hummed, "Oh I know, Condemned, I loved that game!" "Thats what you said about Resident Evil when we were younger, diddnt you have like a seizure at the theater when you saw it?" Noah stuck his tongue out and shoved Andrew forward, nearly causing them both to fall on the slightly slick concrete, "Careful, I feel out of it right now." "Baby." The Ticket-Teller smiled widely as they approached and said in a chipper voice, "Why Hello, Welcome to the Blue Bird Theater, How may I help you?" "Andrew slammed his fists onto the customer counter, "Damnit, Let me stay on this case chief, he killed my partner." the teller giggled and typed into the small computer to her right, "What movie would you like to see?" Noah pushed forward with his hips till Andrew was pressed against the counter and leaned out to the right to face the teller, "2 for Condemned please!" The teller nodded and typed up the listing, and soon two tickets emerged from a bulky black box underneath her front station, "here you are, that will be $18.44, and the next showing is in ten minutes." Noah freed one hand and pulled out his wallet, moving it to the front of the pair and withdrew a twenty, sliding it under the glass, "Thank you,  your change is $1.56, enjoy your movie." Noah smiled and attempted to slip his hands back into Andrew's pockets, but was countered by a quick bump from Andrew's Backside, who twirled out of Noah's other hand and skipped to the door, crossing his arms, standing triumphantly next to the theater doors." Noah grabbed the tickets and waved to the teller who remarked, "You two are adorable together." Noah smiled widely and nodded, walking over and shoving Andrew against the opposite wall with one hand as he rushed in through the revolving doors, his compatriot following close behind.
The Pair took seats in the almost completely vacant balcony section, their only other company being a small cluster of teens towards their right. Andrew relaxed and placed lifted his feet to the top of the balcony's  railing just as an usher came through with a flashlight and spotted the group of teenagers, "You, out, now!" The kids all groaned, moaned and made other childish noises as one stood and pointed to Noah and Andrew, "We're with them, I swear." The Usher turned the flashlight on them and eyed them curiously, Andrew shading his eyes with one free hand. "this true?" Noah leaned over, his eyes squinting through the flashlights focused beam, "yep, were their chaperons." The usher turned once more to the group and glared in warning, "alright, enjoy the movie." As the usher walked out he spoke over his shoulder to the pair, "keep an eye on 'em, they do anything stupid and I'm holding you both accountable." Andrew Saluted from his sunken position in the seat, "Aye Cap'n" The Balcony door shut and the theater was once again dark. The silence quickly receded as the occupants of the room whispered and conversed as the sponsor commercials quickly sped through, one soda company even pulling off the perfect, "Boo" tactic as it enticed the viewer with a beautiful couple holding each other close then suddenly switching to a skinhead looking man screaming brutal and smashing a can on his head. After the good-natured laughing subsided the opening credits began to roll, with an upcoming Adaption of the comic series, "Marvel Zombies." being announced. Noah feigned a gagging noise and turned his head to Andrew, his head sunk back into the displaced material within the seat, his eyes focused on the screen with the red straw of his drink stuck between his lips. "Oi, Prick." "You've been watching Shaun 'o The Dead waaaay too many times babe." "But...I love that movie." "Its fun the first few times, but it gets really, really old after about a billion times afterward." Noah shrugged and sat up straight in his seat as the opening credits began to play across the screen, short, over-exposed shots of crime scenes and run-down slums the backdrop. As the first scene opened, Andrew was busy scratching continually at his ribs and fore-arms, each time his fingers seemed to be digging deeper with each successive venture. "Aww, poor pup has fleas." Andrew whimpered slightly as he shifted in his seat and scratched a bit more, tucking his arms underneath each other and trying to watch the movie. The screen was almost completely pitch black, with the exception of the narrow, flickering beam of the main character's flashlight as he held a pistol at the ready, slowly working his way along the wall towards a large hole in a portion of the wall. Andrew dug again at his right arm, biting his lip as he scratched harder and harder with every pass, his scratching matching in unison with a strange sound coming from the opposite side of the wall. Just as the character stepped forward, crunching a portion of glass underneath his foot, Andrew felt the skin break on his arm, a stinging sensation overwhelming his arm. "S#$@!" he stood and rushed out of the balcony, the door hanging wide after him and letting in sunlight from outside, blanking out the screen. Noah stood and followed behind, curses and shouts being silenced as he shut the door and jogged to catch up. Andrew panted as he stripped his jacket off, revealing the torn and bruised portion of his right arm underneath. "The hell Andy?" Andrew breathed heavily, his lungs feeling crushed and confined as he ran the gashes underneath the sink's running faucet, still scratching at other portions of his arm and torso. Noah rushed over, holding Andrew's elbow as he looked it over, then leaned off to the left to grab several paper towels from the dispenser and returning to lift his elbow up and out, drying it then wrapping it with several of the sheets as he secured Andrew's jacket around it. The pair walked hastily out of the theater, being careful of Andrew who began to cough uncontrollably and waver as he walked. Noah Pushed his car above the speed limit and raced towards the Neverwere City Hospital, continually talking to Andrew as he spasmed and retched in the back seat. The hospital lobby was alive with activity;police, EMT's, surgeons, patients, visitors, all were rushing about to rooms and hallways throughout the building. A Busy and frenzied looking nurse manned the crowded front desk, a large, overweight man shouting at the top of his lungs for a room number. "Give me the F#@$ing room number, its not so F#$%ing difficult." "Sir, either you calm down and wait or I have those police officers escort you out." "Hurry with the damn number and I wont be no trouble!" "You've been hounding me for the last five minutes, as you can see, we are at the moment a bit overcrowded, please give me some time to work!" Noah pulled Andrew up close to him as he walked to the counter, barely able to support their collective weight, "Please help us!" The nurse sat up slightly and looked Andrew over, standing and moving over to him to check his arm. The man protested, "Ive been here asking for a simple F#@$ing number and you just drop everything for a couple'a queers who just skip on in!?" The nurse turned and stuck a finger sternly into the man's chest, "Your not bleeding, broken or dying, meaning I dont have to give a damn about how you feel, ALRIGHT!" the man leaned forward and said in a patronizing voice, "Just, give, me, the, F#$@ing, Room, Number." As the nurse was about to answer, a police officer walked up and placed a hand on the nurse's shoulder, "Need help?" "ah, yes officer, this man is preventing me from helping an injured patient." the officer looked at Noah, his face desperate, then at Andrew, his body slumped heavily against Noah as his weak lungs rasped for air, small droplets of blood dripping from the jacket. He Turned to the man and pointed down the hall to the 'Police Suspect Holding' Room, "Sir, go to that room and wait for me, the way I see it, your going to be facing some assault charges soon." the man Bared his teeth and clenched his fists, looking at the nurse, then the officer, then resigning and trudging down the hall, the officer right behind with a hand placed on his belt. The nurse turned back to the pair and separated Noah from Andrew as she wrapped one arm around Andrew's waist and lifted his unharmed left arm over her shoulder, helping him to slowly lurch along the crowded halls towards the ER. Noah moved ahead of them, pushing the door wide open and holding it as a group of nurses put Andrew onto a stretcher, tying him down as his body began to convulse repeatedly, bubbles forming at the corners of his mouth as he groaned, straining against the restraints. The nurses held him down as they pushed him further into the ER towards a corner room that was being restocked and cleared. Andrew continued to thrash about vainly as a doctor entered and took his vitals, ordering a sedative and then checking both of his pupils. "Withdrawal, his temperature is dropping as well" He turned to a nurse and pointed to the cabinate, "Disinfectant." the Nurse nodded and began sorting through the chemicals. He unwrapped Andrew's arm and pulled it out straight as he examined the scars, "Contusions and abrasions along the forearm, with puncture wounds and moderate shredding of the skin along the visible wounds." The doctor administered disinfectant, following up with a light bandaging and beginning the procedure for shock treatment. An Abuterol pump was administered, Andrew's breathing becoming regular and steady. The nurses and doctors all adjusted Andrew as they moved to minimize the withdrawal symptoms. Noah sat in a corner watching the buzz of activity within the room, everything seeming quiet, almost slow, the only things moving in real time were the beads of sweat down his face and the slow rise and fall of Andrew's chest. Noah diddnt realize till after the doctor shook him that he had been clenching his fingers so tight to his arms that he had left deep bruises.
Noah sat in his car rigidly, his eyes fixated on the dashboard, more specifically a bloody fingerprint from when he had pushed himself out of the vehicle. The doctors had said that he would be treated for the cuts and the withdrawal, but that there was no indication of how long till the next episode. He placed his head against the steering wheel, his eyes still open, the only thought being his mocking of Andrew just before he began to scratch. Noah sat up and started his car, the engine making the entire car vibrate, and sat again, his hands on the steering wheel as he did nothing.
Andrew breathed slowly and deliberately as he lay limp on his hospital bed. He felt his body burning, aching, craving another fix, but he had no more strength left to even move. He gazed up at the ceiling and counted away the seconds in his mind, trying to force himself to go to sleep. All he felt, was the unbearable pain.
Morning at the hospital was a slightly less chaotic affair; patients were asleep and visitors were either few and far between or not even present. Andrew stood shakily at the discharge desk, slowly scrawling across the forms and applications he had to sign. The nurse continually told him of his need to remain in the hospital, that the injections would wear off soon and he would feel worse than before. Andrew just nodded absently, his shadowed eyes hiding the unexplainable fury he felt towards the woman in front of him.
His footsteps echoed through the crowded street he treaded, his left hand skimming the numerous chain and iron fences as he passed. He felt himself slightly numb, as if just his mind were present in an empty abyss with only a small gray path apparent in the vacant space before him. Each step felt as if he had just jumped fifty feet and landed squarely on his feet, tendrils of pain shooting up and down his legs. His complex seemed monolithic as he made his way up his steps, his mind forcing him on sheer will to continue the agonizing walk to his room. He slid along the hallway wall that led to his room, everything having a decadent green hue to it. Andrew stood next to his door for the longest time as he clenched his eyes shut, trying to keep from seeing everything in that horrible green light that swam over everything he focussed on. With a harsh breathe he unlocked his door and stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him as he felt his body become heavier and heavier. Andrew leaned against the door and breathed shallowly as he felt the craving return as his eyes went wide and stared as if he could see through the floor. Andrew looked to the stove and imagined he heard the pop and sizzling of his drug, but soon turned his head as it was replaced by the slow steady scream he thought was from Noah, as if were trapped within some horrific device. Thats when he realized it was his own scream, and that he was no longer standing but kneeling with his forehead pressed into the floor as he bloodcurdlingly howled. He screamed till he went hoarse, but continued, his voice cracking and slowly becoming nothing more than a violent whisper. He fell over onto his right side and began to cry in short, strangled gasps. He placed the palms of his hands against the sides of his head and pushed hard, attempting to cave his skull in. As he slowly ran out of air and energy, a voice echoed in his head, a sympathetic voice, Noah's voice, "Im worried about you." Andrew stood and gasped for air, though it wasn't his asthma. he stumbled to the TV and pounded his fists on it as he struggled to understand why he wasn't breathing. The TV's frame crunched and began to show fractures along it's plastic structuring, circuits rattling within. He shoved the TV over it's stand and moved to his room falling to the floor and finally feeling himself breathing in. He curled up into a ball and hugged his knees, crying again as he felt himself shake from within.
Andrew sat facing the window of his apartment as he heard a knock at his door, " 's open." Noah entered holding a small Vons bag. Noah placed it on the counter and dragged a stool along with him as he sat next to Andrew, looking out the window with him. Silence reigned for a few moments, but was broken by Andrew, "The Sun always looked better going down." Noah nodded and placed an arm around Andrew, pulling him close and resting his head on Andrew's shoulder, "I dunno, its always nice to know someone else is looking forward to the next day." Andrew shook slightly, "A sunrise like no other......" Tears streamed down Andrew's face as he shut his eyes, Noah completing the line, "Is a Sunset meant to smother." Noah held Andrew close, wrapping both his arms around him and joining him in his silent weeping. Neverwere moved, it thrived, it loved, but for just two people... everything stopped.


Installment 2
Next: Neverwere; You tell a Tale.
Char: Noah Haisee

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Im a bit busy at the moment, school is letting out soonhowever, I will periodically post.as fillers for this specific story, I give you a tour through specific buildings and landmarks all across the Neverwere universe.First up, the condemned Helen's Gate Mental Asylum in Northern Neverwere.As you walk up to the intimidating outer fences, you get a feel for what previously inhabited the dreary, peeling walls of Helen's Gate. Thick, Rusting iron fences line the outer perimeter of the complex, with the inner yards being littered with refuse, fragments of the Patient's Medical Ward that were thrown about after the pipeline rupture just a few years ago. The walkway up to the front entrance/lobby is the only emaculate piece of property within this compound. As you walk you may notice several of the abstract art sculptures randomly placed next to benches and fountains and the like, these were meant to ease the mental suffering of patients who were terrified of uniformity and were also believed to help in the healing process. Chains that had been draped around the Entrance by the Neverwere Police are now lying limp and cut across the floor, vagrants and drug users having made it their temporary fortress of seclusion from the outside world. Turn on your flashlights please, no central electricity runs through the grounds. The lobby echoes with our footsteps as we slowly make our way inside, rotting ceiling tiles crunch underfoot. Make sure to watch out for rusted nails that have fallen from the few wooden support structures that have been placed inside. Skittering rats and roaches have made homes within the decaying couches and numerous holes that come within view. Onward to the First Administration hall. Our flashlights play across signs and plaqes dedicated to the former hardworking members of the facilitie's staff; Doctors that no longer draw breath, Psychiatrists that have long since either resigned to old age or put a bullet between their teeth (Several Doctors chose this path). Take notice of the few mirrors within the rooms, It was improper to allow a sick patient to see their distrought state, and look within them  lines and cracks all tracing ages of mental disease and torment. The former Director's office smells faintly of rotting animal meat, most likely an unfortunate cat or dog or even rat, but yet we press on to within the round room. A lopsided oak desk leans forgotten with a busted relciner chair behind it, bookshelves line the wall, empty sentinels to knowledge forever forsaken to their whithering hollows. Paintings that have seen better days sag and disolve slowly with every passing moment, the former visage of whomever no longer visible. But yet, there is more. We leave all this properness behind to see the true reason for this facility, the patient's quarters. We can only view one of the rooms, for we are running out of time till the usual occupants arrive.As our column makes our way to the room, strange sounds come from two floors above us, a grinding noise as if something is slowly collapsing upon itself. The door to the room we visit is rusted open, the hinges all melded together. a matressless bed sits against a corner, the metal support straps gnarled and corroded like the broken fingers of a torture victem. a shattered sink hugs the wall to our left, a strange mizture of silt and mold dripping to the floor. Ah, but do you hear it? the aformentioned occupants have returned.Sorry my friends, another tour for another day.Next: Revalations tour.or if Im able to work on the actual story, The next chapter of Neverwere.

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Wish I could have completed this.

Goodbye guys.