What Should I Do?

It's entire face is wooden and dry like a skull. There are no eyes for me to look at, just huge, dark, open craters that devour my soul. It can't smile, there is no skin upon itself, but I could somehow see that invisible grimace that it gives me. The face that it wants me to look at; the murderous, cranky sort of smile that resides in it's teeth and jaw. The smoke starts to curl up my legs, like it was trying to capture me with it's inky appendages.

The smile of complete insanity stared straight at me.

I shake off the smoke and push myself against the wall, wondering what is going to be my next move. Before getting a chance to even think, Lucas pulls at the collar of my cardigan and hauls me back up. He doesn't choke me, I just feel like a ragdoll. Weak and feeble.

"We need to get out of here, now and quickly!" He gives me a quick look. One thing leads to another and he suddenly jumps off the building. 

"What the Hell are you doing!?" I look down on him, nothing but a cloud of dust. The first idea that comes to mind is that both of his legs are broken. After the dust disappears, he holds his hands up to me. 

"Jump!" He told me with squinting eyes.

"No!" I yell down at him.

He looked away, giving me a look that he doesn't care "Fine, get killed. Doesn't bother me." 

I give him a riled look then turn my head, the thing, the Reaper, just starts to walk off the steps, holding it's scythe tightly in it's bony hands. Then I glance back down at Lucas, who's giving me the go to jump down. It's the fact that I'm afraid that he won't catch me, it was the fact that I don't want to know what falling feels like Maybe it feels like the pull on my body that I felt when I woke up.

Once more, I turn around, and it was close enough to grab my shoulder. Not even giving myself a chance, I push myself off the side of the building. For some odd reason, I don't close my eyes. Brisk, piercing wind burn tears out of my eyes. It's a weird rush of adrenaline that I felt, the one that I didn't like at all. My stomach was at my feet, my heart, where my stomach should be.

He embraces his arms around me, and I felt the sudden force of him hit me in the chest. It takes me only half a second to breath, and the other half to look up at the building. "Now what?" I question him. The Reaper glares over the edge of the building, I could feel that he was disgusted with us. We cheated.

 He puts me onto the ground, the soles of my feet plant into the ground tightly. "We just run. Or walk. He can't jump anyways." When I turn to look at him, he suddenly put his hand in mine, held it firmly, and began to trek forward.

I can feel my face become icy. I stare at our hands while we walk, it made me think for the first time. 

He just saved my life. He didn't lie to me, there was no joke. I can't imagine what's going on in his head. For all I know, he's distraught with me. Going ahead and nearly killing myself, and beforehand, not even bothering to continue to listen to him.

He's the only thing that I can rely on right now. I overreacted too much. With me knowing nothing, I'm forced to trust him, he probably knows something that I don't.

Lucas pulls me into a space that is a few houses away from the other one we were just in. 

The one I woke up in. 

"We might be okay for now. Someone's bound to cross paths with him at some point," He says as he rests himself  against one of the crumbly yellow walls.

There are other people? It's not just us? Relief rushes into my system. 

I sit myself onto the sill of a window, just a few feet from Lucas.

Suddenly, my hand became warm, even with it being against the cold. It wasn't burning hot, but tepid. The heat of another person. I pull them up to eye level.

"Hand hurts?" He asks, staring down at the hands that were in front of me.

"I-I... It's warm." I try to press my palm down onto the concrete. It doesn't help.

"That happens quite a bit," he murmurs. "It's like someone's touching us."

"But no one is." 

"Like I said. We may be in a coma. A sliver of a new dimension." 

I doubt. 

A brisk shot of air flows through the window, pulling my hair into curtains on the side of my face. I give a quick glance out, but instead, my eyes focus on the moon, the brightest thing here. Again, it moved to a whole different place. "What time is it?" I ask.

"I don't know." Stupid question; I didn't see a watch on his wrist beforehand anyways. 

"Is it ever daytime?"

"No." 

Time must go by pretty slow. But then that would mean the moon darts across the sky furiously. 

I turn to look at him. There was the determination to ask him why there is no sun, but I hold my tongue. He doesn't know, it was the feeling I was getting from him. Like an aura.

"I'm sorry." I tell him straight out. 

"What?" He raises a brow.

 "I ran off on you, I didn't even let you finish talking. Also, you just saved my life." I look up to him, and he has a glimmering smile once more, like he did when he first met me, which wasn't that long ago. Only just minutes ago, did we meet each other for the first time. And only then, did he save my life from the Reaper. 

"It's no problem. I mean, isn't everyone crazy? You just happen to think I am." He clears his throat,"I'd like to say otherwise but..." Next thing I know, he pats my head like I'm a pet of his. "You just arrived here. I'll give you a bit of a break." 

"Do you think I'm a little kid?" I pull his hand away.

Lucas sighed, "I'm sorry. You're pretty adorable, like a baby gazelle or something." 

I can't help but take a step back and look away. It's not weird, nope, not one bit. Baby gazelle.

Nonetheless, it sounds odd to say as well. Something that you would say to a little girl, and I'm pretty sure that I'm not.

I don't know how old I am... I try to not look too interested, but I take a peek at my body, cross my arms across my waist. Thin. I raise them a little more. They're not big, but compared to what? 

I throw the idea away, it's not that important. 

I have to be seventeen at the least. No more than twenty.

I realize that I'm still asking myself questions, and I say to myself that I need to stop. But they just continue to flood my mind.

"Why are we here?" I ask aloud.  I don't mean to, but my lips forced it out.

He peers over at me, "I'm not sure. All that I can think of is that this place is for us to just roam around. Keep us occupied while we're asleep." 

I remember, right before I woke up here, I was awake, but it soon became dark. My head hurt, but beforehand, there was something cold at my temple. I could also smell metal, along with a sour stench. "Then why would we die? If it's only a place for us to prance around."

He shrugs, "It's the way life is. No one said that this was fair." 

 Why put us here? What is the point of having to run from death?  We all die at some point, so why make it a game for us to play? We're all going to lose in the end.

I don't know what I am supposed to do. I don't know what the objective of all of this is. The goal that we are supposed to meet in order to find our freedom from what this place is.

Deep in my own pool of thoughts, something rests on my shoulder. "Hey" Lucas shakes his free hand in front of my face. It takes me a few blinks to notice."Do you want to know how to get out of here?" He asks. "Or, more like the idea that I have?" He gives me a joking smile. I still feel bad, now that he mentions it.

I wonder what type of question that is. For some reason, I give myself time to think of my answer, which is kind of ridiculous. It's obvious, my mind wants to escape. I'm yearning for some freedom; I want to know what happened before I re-awoke. 

 I nod my head and purse my lips, "Please."