The Unfortunate

A/N: This IS a story. Every chapter is a new story. It skips, and one doesn't nessesarily affect another. These are just images I came up with in attempt to be poetic. Don't flame me if it ain't your cup of tea. I cater to one: that person is me. Anyone else happens to like it, lucky me.
Here goes.

People search their entire lives for answers. Answers to absurd and endless questions, such as the meaning of life. Or why bad things happen to good people. These characters found those answers in just one day. One bad, haunting day. I present The Unfortunate.

Lyriel, 19. He lives in a gauche, gothic house in Los Angeles. A house owned by his grandparents and ancestors, and one he hasn't left yet.

He wonders why this place is so haunting, and why every second he wonders what is going on behind him, across from him; the quiet noises that can seem to be thousands of decibels at night, while he sleeps.

But, nothing has happened yet.

In nineteen years of living in this house, nothing has befallen him.

So he slowly lets go of his fear.

Soon, he finds that it is time for him to let go, let this house soley be lived in by his grandparents, and him no longer.

He showers that day, his long, spikey blond hair curling under the heat, heaving in the wake of this 200 degree water. His muscles seem to have no purpose in fighting the temperature. He dries his hair with a red towel, dresses in his only black tux, which to his dismay clings to him, gives him an unwanted "emo" look. He shakes his head and continues to pack.

He walks past the black motif windows in the hall. He is stopped by his grandfather.

He puts a hand on Lyriel's back, stopping him.

"Why do you wish to leave?"

And Lyriel says, in a gentle whisper, "I have to see the world".

In the time he spent in that house, an acception of that time being the few trips to the store, or to find work, it would seem he had seen it all.

"You cannot leave."

"Why?"

His grandfather pauses, dressed similarly as he.

"There is nothing out there."

He looked at his grandfather with a smile, as if his words were but a joke, but then, he realized his unwavering gaze. He looked outside.

The city was filled with life. Cars everywhere, lights dancing in pools of crowds.

He looked back at his grandfather.

He shot Lyriel, without a warning.

Lyriel touched it, as his chest kept bleeding. In that time, he studied his wound, to find himself still standing.

"You can never live beyond these walls. Your blood is cursed."

He looks back at his grandfather, with tears.

Lyriel smiled again.

"You've lied to me. You've kept me inside. Now I will leave, and see you no more."

He left.

Imagine the thoughts in his mind. His entire life was spent trapped away inside of a lie. But he would soon understand the meaning of everything he went through as he travelled, searching for "The Unfortunate".

Little did he know, he himself was number one.