A/N: Ok, number two. Hope you like this one. It’s a bit longer. When you review, please tell me who your sympathy was with at the beginning, and who it is with at the end. I want to see if my technique worked :D. and yes, the boy’s names are Rain and Silence, don’t look at me like that. Review please!

With watching eyes
You see dreams dissolving
Distant voices slipping away
I have to go - I hear
The call of something deeper
A voice inside of me
And tears return
Beneath the happy ending
Promised words that scattered
In the cold
I have to leave, I hear
The call of something higher
Something young becoming old
I'm waiting for the last train
Out of nowhere
I'm waiting for the last train
On the line
Some people say that I will
Never leave here
But I have to go this time
I'm waiting for the last train
Bound for somewhere
I'm playing with my last chance
On the line
I think it's really now or never
You know I have to try...
My sympathies,
Are wasted on regretting
Why not come with me?
I have to go - I hear
The call of something stronger
And it's pulling me away
I can't stay here any longer
Trapped here by the rain
I can't stay here any longer
Waiting for this train
I've been running around in circles
Without any direction
I've been searching hard to find
Who I really am..
I've been running around in circles
Without any direction
I've been lost here for so long
I've forgotten who I am..

Waiting to Leave

I clutch tightly to my blue canvas bag, fingering the green woven strap. I pray he won’t find my note until morning. If he comes after me… my hands tighten even more on my small bag. I don’t want to think about that.

He’s kept me here, alone and away from all but him, for far too long. My resolve hardens as I think of him, the way he’d look at me. Like I had been unfaithful. But how is that possible, when I am not even allowed to leave the house.

My brow furrows with anger. Soon the train will be here, and I’ll have left him forever.

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I wake up, jolting bolt upright. Something’s wrong. Where is he? Where IS he?! I grope desperately for the lamp, flicking it on. His side of the bed looks barely slept in. He’s not here. Where is he? My breath starts coming sharp and fast, and a hand flies to my chest.

I cry out for him. “Rain! Rain, are you there? Baby, where are you?!” My heartbeat quickens with my breath.

No answer.

I can feel the panic gripping my chest, constricting it. “Rain!” My voice calls out louder than before, shaking with pure terror. “Rain, please answer me!”

Why will he not answer? Is he angry? I leap out of bed, half-falling due to my frantic state.I pull myself up, dashing to the door. “Rain!” I look up and down the dark hall. Not there. The light to the bathroom is glowing brightly, and hope blossoms in my chest. I sigh with relief. Of course. He’s just in the bathroom. Get ahold of yourself. He often has to get up at night, nothing to worry about. Or maybe he’s taking a nice, relaxing bath.

I peek around the doorframe. “Rain…?”

The panic wells in my chest more ferocious than before. He’s not here. I can’t breath, I need air. A note is taped to the mirror.

Silence:

I hate you. For two years you have trapped me here, keeping me away from the world. You blame me when I have done nothing, acuse me of whoring around when that is not possible! I’m not allowed any friends, I’m not even allowed out of this house. I cannot forgive you. I despise you for what you have done to me. I have left. Don’t even try to find me. I will not come back

Your ‘Rainbow’

Tears streak down me face as my knees give out and I collapse to the floor. Rain is gone. Rain hates me. Those words are more than just a smack in the face. They tear my heart and soul apart and devour them. How could he leave me? I cannot live without him. “RAIN!” I shriek, throwing my head back in pure agony.

“Rain.” His name passes my lips again in a tiny, quiet sob.

“Rain.”