Amnesia and Star Child

The world is silent, a tomb even though the sun is shining and the family next door are out playing on the lawn.
“HELP!!!” I scream - my voice echoes off invisible walls, fading to nothing in the air that feels as thick as syrup.
No one turns, no one looks up.
I put my hands over my ears, crying bitterly - running around in desperate circles - not knowing where to turn, not knowing who will help.
“ROSIEEEEEE!!!” My voice echoes, playing back over and over and vanishing once again.
No one hears me.
Rosie is gone.
I turn around once more, tears streaming down my face as I bolt.
The shadow chases me, silent it might be - but I know I can’t let it catch me because I know it’s evil - I don’t know why or how but I just know.
My feet sink into the pavement, weighed down like a ton of bricks, like I’m trying to walk on goo of some kind - I cry even more in frustration and terror.
I run as fast as I can, always just ahead of the shadow - I know it’s there, arms outstretched ready to grab me.
I force myself faster, staggering down another street and up the driveway of a well kept house, to the door, terrified sobs catching in my throat, my heart hammering as I pound on the door - praying someone will let me in.
The shadow has caught up - I can’t wait any longer - with a choking cry, I open the door just as someone goes to open it too.
Barely even realizing what’s happening, I fall - crashing to the ground.

~*~*~

Chester woke to the banging on the door; he grumbled a bit and wandered out to the hall.
“Okay, okay keep your shirt on...” He muttered, reaching for the door handle just as the knob turned.
The tattooed singer jumped back in alarm as someone fell through - landing hard on the carpet, sobbing - staring at the ceiling with teary, glazed brown eyes.
“Mike?” Chester dropped to his knees at the emcee’s side, gently shaking his shoulder.
Mike didn’t move, he just continued staring, sobbing miserably.
“What on earth...? Oh no...” Samantha put her hand over her mouth as she came out of the bedroom, taking one look at Mike’s inanimate form and immediately assuming the worst had happened.
“I - I - I think he’s sleeping.” Chester said after a moment.
Samantha ran her fingers through her hair.
“The poor thing...” She squatted on the other side of Mike, resting her hand on his forehead before saying anything. “C’mon, let’s get him to bed - we can’t leave him lying on the floor.”
“Okay, a count of one, two, threeee...” Chester huffed, and together they lifted Mike’s limp form and carried him all the way down the hall to the guest bed.