It had been a long Day, and it was obvious that the night was going to be just as long, He was laid, in the middle of what felt like no where, On the rooftop of his home, in a quiet village. There were no lights on anymore; everyone in the tiny village had long gone to sleep. Laid there, on the small platform that had been made just for nights like this. There were no clouds to block the view of the sparkling night sky. Small white dots covered the blanket of darkness. A Full moon reflecting the light of the sun so clearly on the canvas. It was, indeed as if it had been painted. Each white dot lit up the world with it's light, yet the objects that surrounded him were invisible. The platform was wide enough for two, maybe three people to lay down, sprawled out on, and Josh used most of the space to relax comfortably, his arms folded behind his head, legs flailed out in front of him. The boy of 19 had sparkling, rare purple eyes. They shone like amethysts, attracting attention wherever he went. That was rare in a village like Withue.

His parents used to live in the town, business people, who worked in the City's centre, he had gotten used to a babysitter at the age of 4. His mother picking him up for tea at 5 as she came home, his father behind her at 5.30. That was until they'd both passed away, a Freak accident, leaving him orphaned at 7 years old. It still shocked him how little he could remember of them, and sometimes pained him to know he would never have those memories. Secretly, he had locked up his thoughts, and thrown away the key, never wanting to remember what they were like, just after he had moved to Withue, he had spent many a night crying him self to sleep, in the spare room at his Grandmother's house.

It had been 'spare' until a month after he'd moved in; the wallpaper was still the same, an orangey yellow colour. His Mother had always said it complimented his eyes, every time the family had stayed. His Grandmother continued to tell him, even now, every time he mentioned the way it looked old, and it needed to be re-decorated. She wouldn't have any sort of change in the house. As if everything held a memory of her Daughter. Joshua had often spent hours and hours, stolen from sleepless nights on this rooftop, thinking about his Grandmother, trying to figure out how hard it would be to lose a child, at such a young age, never mind the fact that she was so young, 27. Some people hadn't even gotten married at that age. His Mother and Father might have been busy people. But they'd wanted a young family, and that they got.

This night, he spent thinking about something that had made him curious for so long now. In the Village, he was the youngest, There were a few couples in their mid thirties, that didn't want families, and some that had children that had moved away, the countless tales of how his parents had played out with other people's children 'Back in the day' tended to circle his mind. Right now, His thoughts were driving him crazy. He was all alone when I came to people his age, The school he had attended had taken an hour or so to get to each morning, and the children there had never been brought back home to see the house, what was there to see? A bed, some old wallpaper, and a shelf, with all his belongings on it.

One thing he'd always missed out on though, was company. At school he studied hard, making sure that all his attention was set on what he was learning, and at school, the same rules applied for homework. He wasn't that desperate to be top of the class, or be the best in anything, it was just something, different. When he wasn't working... he was thinking. So the more he worked... the less time he would have for thinking... Thinking became harmful. A Danger, A Depressant.