Lost, Leaving Town (second story, so please comment whether it's good or bad. Thanks!) Two best friends, Kim and Beth, were getting bored of living in a small little town since they were small. There wasn't much, a few shops and around a hundred people. They felt that their lives were getting a little repetitive. Going through the same daily routine all the time, and seeing the same faces around, every day since they were little. They had always talked about moving to the big city, and today was the day. The two girls and their families were saying their sorrowful goodbyes, not knowing they were to be the last. Kim and Beth jumped into the car, excited to leave their small private #life and join the big city. But little did they know, only from stories, of people who had also left and never came back. The towns people just thought of these people as rude for not coming to visit, but they didn't know the truth. The girls had been travelling now for three days. As Kim was excited to start her new #life, but Beth was getting worried. During the whole three days they had been travelling she'd not seen anybody, which worried her a lot. As they were driving and it was getting late, Kim saw a small wooden cabin. They got out of the car and walked up to the front door. It was only a small cabin, smelt of rotting wood and braking away a parts, but that didn't worry the girls at all. Kim pressed the doorbell, and there was an anxious wait for the door to be answered. Finally the door swung open, with a big, muscular man standing in the door frame. He was a tall man, with stiff movements and a think moustache sitting tightly on his top lip. "Whatta' you girls want? It's a dangerous place to be, it ain't safe. You needsa' get back to where ya' came from. Now get outta' here, go on scram!" His deep voiced echoed in the emptiness, and he slammed the door shut. By now both girls were getting frightened, and they ran back to the car. Rethinking their childhood dreams of moving away, Kim looked at Beth, "I think we need to go back to the town, we were safe there. Lets go back." There was an eager silence while Beth thought it through. "I suppose we could, but we don't know our way back, it'd be pot-luck." she replied, staring out to what was by now the pitch black sky. "Well lets hope we're lucky then." joked Kim, jumping into the car. They set off back to their small little hometown. Kim being the only one of the two who could drive, was getting tired, but didn't want to pull over. Not paying attention to the dark dusty roads, Kim swerved out of control crashing down a small hill. Beth being asleep at the time, hit her head and was left unconscious. A few hours later, the birds chirped as the sun rose and Beth woke up. She looked around calling Kim, but she wasn't in sight and wasn't answering. After calling Kim a few times and not getting a reply, Beth started to really worry. There was no blood by the drivers side of the car. All of Kim's possessions were still in the car. It was like she had just vanished. Believing that what had happened was her fault, Beth couldn't help but remember what her father had said to her, just before he passed away. He said "Now don't you ever leave your mother on her own, or ever leave this town. Bad things happen to those who leave, and one knows what happens to them, but they don't come back, so don't ever leave and disappoint me!" These words were ringing round her head like a car alarm that won't turn off. It hit her every nerve. The thought of disappointing her father, also ate away at her, she never was found. Beth never did see Kim or her family again, and no one knows where they are either. No one knows what happens to those who leave the town. But I guess we'll never know until someone returns.

Everlong Breathe out, So I can breathe you in, Hold you in... -Everlong -Dave Grohl, Foo Fighters

Music Music is a world within itself, With a language we all understand. -Stevie Wonder

Arriving To The Unknown (The Story Of Jack Wills) (my first story, so please tell me if it's good or not) I don't know why it happened to me, I don't know what I did to deserve this. But, what I do know is that it should never of happened. I was being stupid, I was showing off. Now I'm here, this world unknown to me. I can still hear, feel and smell, but I can't move and everything's black. This is all I can recall, of the events that happened that, unfortunate night. I'll start off with the basics. My name is Jack, I'm fifteen. My friend and I weren't supposed to go to the club, we knew that. But it seemed fun, I wanted to have a drink, see what it was like. It was all going good. I got talking to people, made friends. Except Tom, my best friend, was acting strange, he wasn't his usual self. He finally got up, first time in hours, "Jack, I need to go home. This doesn't feel right, going against my parents like this, I'm going." He went to walk away, I should have let him just call his dad and go. But I couldn't resist getting involved. "No wait!" I shouted over the pounding of the music, "Just let me say goodbye and I'll walk back with you." I said my goodbyes and we left, onto the calm, quiet streets. There was no conversation, it felt awkward. We were best friends, but it felt like we were slowly being dragged apart. Two friends, becoming strangers. We were going the safe, but long way. I thought I knew a short cut so we went. I was dragging Tom through narrow alley ways, back lanes, dark streets. Until a car stopped next to us. It was James and Kyle, I suppose you could say they were the 'bad boys' in my year at school. They offered us a lift home in their car, an old wreck of red, rusty paint that stank of alcohol. But as it was late and dark and I accepted the lift, I didn't want to seem rude. However, Tom was hesitant, he said he felt unsafe round this area and this would've just made it worse. But me being me, I persuaded him to come. We jumped in and buckled up for the short journey ahead. Sat in the back, I knew something was up. James was driving, he was speeding towards a red light. "Stop! Stop, now! You're going to kill us all!" screamed Kyle, but James ignored him. He carried on full speed. It was almost as if he was possessed. He was ignoring us all screaming for our lives, he just looked forward without a care and drove straight ahead. James drove straight through the red light. We smashed, head on, right into a Range Rover. Everything went silent, almost as if my #life had paused in that moment. We had landed on the roof, upside-down. I tried to scream, I tried to cry, I couldn't. I shook frantically, trying to unbuckle myself, trying to set myself free. It was useless. The car was #lifeless, no screams, no cries, no movement. So, I just laid there and listened to the sirens around me, listening to them approach the deadly scene of the crash. A young woman screamed "Look the car's on fire, quick get them out, help them!" From then I knew I was in trouble, the fire caught up to the petrol tank. Everything went quiet and a flash of white covered my vision. Next thing I knew, I woke up here. Woke up into these unknown surroundings, everything foreign to me as I have no idea where I am. All I can hear is the buzz of the air conditioning, and slight footsteps in the background. But all is dark and I can't see, everything is just black. I should never have gone to that club. I should never have gotten into that car. I should never have forced Tom to come. And now, I feel terrible! This is my story. The story of Jack Wills. The story that should never of happened.