The Afterlife Was Better

Episode 2

He learned to suppress his emotions enough to get by until he could escape into one of his books. He loved anything with a story, books, music, painting, poems, really any type of art. This was his safe place they never completely calmed him calmed him but they helped more then anything else. Even so tonight he was filled with horrendous familiar feelings. He couldn't breath. His thoughts wouldn't stop running. Fear ran through his body each muscle tightening as it passed. He scratched and hit at his chest trying to give his lungs more room to expand. His eyes blurred warm tears running down his cheeks. The more he struggled to stay calm the harder it got to breath. His vision faded and he soon passed out gasping for air.

Ellios soon woke up in a strange place. His head pounded as he looked around with blurry vision. He could make out large trees and feel the soft grass underneath him, but the most noticable thing was the figure standing over him.

The figure was a young boy around Ellios age. He had short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles covering his body clotting towards his face. Ellios blushed at the sight of him.

"I did it! It worked! It actually worked!" the strange boy yelled in excitement.