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"Let me see through your eyes. Let me look inside your soul. I want to see where you've been. I want to see what you've done." I whisper to the sleeping man.
His hair is turning gray at the top, although I am sure that he hasn't hit fifty. I sit watching him sleep. He snores gently and his chest rises slowly with each long breath.
He is beautiful. Sleep persuades our souls to show upon our faces, and his is a face of utter peace.
He sighs and rolls over to face me. Standing now, I move a little closer to his bed. "Please." I whisper. "Please."
I feel faint. Like my body is on air. Only I can't move. It is as if I am flying on the wind while caught in a net.
Suddenly my body convulses. In silent pain I double over; head on the ground. It feels like my insides are on fire. It's as if I am being ripped into two pieces. Inside my head there is nothing, nothing but the sound of pain. Pain sounds different to everyone. But it is always the ones you love screaming.
To a new father it might be his wife and child screaming their hearts out. To me it is the man before me on the bed, without a care in the world.
I feel myself leaving. My body stays put but my spirit moves. I seem to drift away like a leaf in the fall. I can see my body get up awkwardly and turn around. There is nothing in my eyes. My face is blank. I see myself walk out of the room and down the hall. Joints stiff, moving robotically my body makes it back home.
It is odd to drift. I wonder if anyone can see me. Will he wake up and cry out in fear of a ghost?
I won't give him the chance. I float my way to him. I've never done anything like this before. I reach out to stroke his cheek. I can feel tiny hairs poking through the skin on his chin. He doesn't stir. I wonder if he can feel me. When he wakes up, will he remember the gentle wind on his face in the night?
I feel a pulling sensation. My spirit is being pulled towards him. I can not stop myself. He turns in his sleep and now lays on his back. My soul lies upon his body like a sheet, then slowly sinks within him.
If a spirit can breathe, I'm hyperventilating! I am running. Running away from something. I am on a beach and I am running from something unknown. I feel it near, something in my unconsciousness tells me it is catching up. I try to run faster, but my legs won't move. They are dead weights and I struggle to keep going. Closer and closer the unknown fear approaches. When I am sure it has me blackness suddenly consumes all. I hear heavy breathing and I start to distinguish were I am. I am back in his room. Could it all have been a dream? I sit up, but I'm not controlling myself. I walk, against my will, down the hall and to the bathroom. My face turns to took in the mirror.
I gasp. It's him! He opens the cabinet besides the mirror and takes out a bottle of pills. Back to the sink we go. He turns on the water and pops open the bottle.
He shakes out an orange pill. Then two more. He pauses, and finally shakes one more out. All four go into his mouth. He cups his hands under the running water and raises them to his lips. I can feel the cool water rush down his throat, along with the little round pills.
They seem to take effect quite quickly. We wobble a little bit. Then grab the edges of the sink. We feel faint again. But its not the same kind of faint as before.This time its a heavy quilt thrown over the both of us. Lulling us into unconsciousness.
Our legs give out and our hands loose their grip on the sink. We lay on the bathroom floor. All I can hear is his heavy breathing, slightly muting the running water.
Slowly but surely we fall asleep. His dreams are a remembrance of the past.
I can see him, as a young boy. He looks to be about thirteen or fourteen. His hair is just as long as it is now. Though it isn't gray. He is holding a small bottle. Inside are the same orange pills. He looks around nervously and quickly gulps one down. He puts the bottle away and moves over to a bed. A smile flickers across his face before he passes out.
Black again. Then I feel like I'm rushing back to the present. I am floating. Floating up, out of a pool or a lake. I finally reach the surface. I can see. My soul has left his body.
He is still on the floor. The water is still running. But something is wrong... I can't hear him breathe, there is no rise of his chest. I float towards him and listen closely. I hear nothing. No heart beat. I slowly sink into him once more, and succumb to the darkness.

workin on a new one hang tight. its coming along slowly, but surely. its really freaky and i don't quite know where im going with it yet.. but it shall go SOMEWHERE! haha!