Dance in the Fire

Maybe this was the end. The end of my story, my life.

I hope not... I enjoyed this life...

I'll miss it all, the food, the places... And him. He was there whenever I did something stupid, brave, hilarious or dangerous... And now look at me, giving up.

But then again, who else wouldn't give up if you're crushed under a bed, flames turning this usually beautiful blue room into a fiery red chaos.

The darkness started to surround me...

It started to seep into my mind...

It wants it...

It wants it to itself...

It's looking for "That"...

No, it cannot have it!! I must stop it before it's too late... But how do you stop something if you're half dead, unable to speak and unable to move?

(NO HATE PLEASE! I was working on this for a while and didnt know how to start it... Please comment or leave me a message, I want to have an idea of what you people want to read...)