****Follow me, follow me to where it all began.
Wrap me up in the ashes of what could’ve been.
Hide my face in the rotting sands, and bury me beneath my sins.
Bending and breaking, in this hour of unknown I lie open.
For all to see, look inside and breathe me.

Follow me, follow me to where it all began.
There’s a secret place where Time sings alone.
Her only wish is to live again, crushing the ancient bone.
Take me by the hand and lead me to our ends.
Bruises seeping through the decaying skin, in this moment I lie broken.
Stitching words unspoken on her pattern of pain.
Bare the forbidden flesh of our shame.

Follow me, follow me to where it all began.
Suffocating softly inside the plastic bag of my sane.
I know the way but I am blinded by all the things I cannot say.
All that I feel is no longer real.
Drowning in a porcelain ocean as it shatters without a sound.
Broken glass, our time has come to pass, I am now bound.
Follow me, follow me to where it all began.****

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Raindrops mix in with the blood, swirling around her head. Blank eyes stare through me, slowly coming closer. Closer. Closer.

The sound of three knocks against the chipping wood of my apartment door echoes throughout the small space I call home, slowly coaxing me back into a state of consciousness. Raindrops tap softly against my window, reminding me of the foreboding nightmare I had just endured. I groan and try to escape the tangled mess of my tattered and worn blankets, I eventually stand up when I am released from the prison of my bed sheets, and tiredly shuffle towards the door, tripping slightly in the process over the various newspapers and cameras and other objects that scatter my dirtied floor.

"What the hell do you want?" I groggily yell before reaching the door, not wanting to be murdered when I'm still in my Star Wars pajamas.

"Open the fucking door Gerard, it's me, you know your best friend, did you forget about me already?" Meg exclaims and continues to bang on the door until I finally swing it open.

"It's about damn time, nice pajamas by the way." She says while winking at me and skipping into my apartment, I roll my eyes and shut the door behind her. Meg's long black pigtails swing from side to side as she whistles a tune I don't recognize and looks through the mess of papers on my kitchen table, which I never use. To eat at, at least.

"Why are you here at 2:00 in the fucking morning?" I inquire and shuffle towards my coffee machine, my only saving grace.

"Dude, your clock's broken, it's 3:00 in the afternoon, if you let the sun into this shit hole once in a while you would that." She says and looks at me, raising an eyebrow. I pour the black substance into a cup and begin to drink it. Meg continues to stare at me with her big pale blue eyes, expecting an answer. I simply grunt and shrug my shoulders in response.

"Not very chatty, are we? " Meg begins and sits down in a fading olive green chair that is literally falling apart at the seams, "Anyway I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here."

I nod encouraging her to continue as she opens her mouth to speak once more. "Well Geebear, I want to help you. With your job and all, because by the looks of this place, you need help and lots of it. And who better to help you than your favorite person on this godforsaken planet." Meg flashes me a big, toothy smile and propels her lanky arms into the air. I begin to think it over, sure it might look disorganized and perhaps the mess might be concealing a shit load of long-forgotten wrappers belonging to various candy bars and skittles. There could also be the family of a mouse that I named Starburst, because why not? And never had the guts to kill, but that's not important right now.

"Well...?" Meg begins and crosses her arms over her chest. I sigh and put my mug down on the cluttered counter.

"Fine." I grumble and move over to flop down on the stained and duct-taped couch that looks like it came straight from the set of Golden Girls. But got damaged along the way. Seriously damaged.

"Thanks Gee, you won't regret it!" Meg squeaks and throws her body at me, enveloping me in a bone-crushing grasp. I groan and mumble something incomprehensible and pick up my cell phone from the coffee table as she finally releases me.

The screen flashes bright, stating that I have one missed call and a new voice message. "Anything new?" Meg questions as she turns on the TV that looks like it time-traveled straight out of the 90's.

"Yeah, someone left a voice message, could be a client." I state and Meg hums in response and fixes her gaze on the screen. One day the human race will be attached to those fucking screens like it's their life support. But you know I'm not gonna do anything about it. I hold the phone up to my ear as a woman's voice begins to speak.

"Um hello, Mr. Way, my name is Linda Iero, and my son ran away from home a few days ago, and well as you could imagine my husband and I are extremely worried, and I would be willing to pay as much as it takes for you to bring him back home to us, anyway please give me a call back at this number as soon as possible." The concerned voice was replaced with a monotone one as the message ended.

"Hey look at this, that Paradox Killer guy killed another person, only their head was found, Jesus what is wrong with humanity?" Meg speaks and points towards the television where the news report is currently playing.

"It's sad I know, but it looks like we have a case." I say as Meg smiles at me.

"Can I help?" She asks and gives me her infamous puppy-dog eyes that I can never resist.

"Sure I guess, but it's not going to be that exciting, the kid just ran away from home, we'll find him in a manner of hours, it's practicality nothing."

Notes

*hides in corner* sorry if it sucks major ass and it's short but I promise the chapters will get longer and better so yeah. And by the way I wrote the poem at the beginning so I'm sorry that you had to endure that also. Anyway please let me know if I should continue with it or not and any comment would be greatly appreciated. I love you random person on the internet who bothered to read my crappy story.