OK I just realised this is getting sorta boring. I mean this is going nowhere. My dear friend made me realise all I'm doing is speculating, very poetic speculation of course but just speculating, so I thought I should get a move on with my pathetic writing and give the story a faster pace, this is gonna be a roller coaster, hold on tight ;)
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Joey's P O V
I woke up in a world full of silence and dark. Before any of my tragic thoughts overtook me, I saw someone out of peripheral vision. Oh it was a spirit, it was translucent and I shivered as an unfamiliar feeling overtook me as the spirit gradually took shape in front of my eyes, it was a man, a boy really. He looked like he could be in his early twenties, he was covered in a curtain of dark clothes, he had long dark brown hair but what caught my attention the most were his eyes, grey, not a speck of light in them, grey to their depths and void of any emotions , just like my soul, I mused. He whispered my name, "josephine". And the next moment I found myself sitting in his lap and crying uncontrollably, as if I knew him, as if I loved him. I could feel him hesitating for a moment, Until his arms came up and encased my trembling body in a protective shield. As he rocked me, his voice whispered something in my ear, it sounded like 'cain'. "Cain " I cried out once I heard the words, "Cain" I cried out again. It just had a familiar ring to it, I decided I liked it very very much. I looked up at the man trying to catch the brief emotion flash in his eyes before he kissed on the forehead and whispered in my ear, "I like the sound of my name when you say it". The last thing I remembered was the warmth and safety of his embtace, before I woke up outside my bathroom. I smiled when I saw the razor lying near me. But it wasn't an empty smile, this time, it was a joyous one. And that scared me..........