The quiet was not always his thing. It always made him question if he ever existed or it anything was real.

What could he do?

In this empty world he never got to understand why he was left. He didn't like it a bit.

He slowly stood up from his dark tomb and walked around. He wondered if he would leave or if he would meet anyone.

It's ironic that in the beginning he wanted to be alone but know he wished deeply for someone to interact with.

Anyone. It didn't matter who. He just wanted someone to break him loose from his soon to be insanity pit.

He hugged hiself slowly as he curled up. He felt it all.

He felt all the pain.....all the hate......all the need......he felt it all.

He shakily tried to smile but soon found that he couldn't. He couldn't smile because of the darned feeling.

He floated around in the abyss of loneliness.

After a while, he felt his eyes start to become heavy.

Not knowing what to do, he let the sleepy feeling wash over his harmed body.