unbridled [completed]

twenty three: o b s c u r e d .

no. this was a dream. just a dream. had no one seen this?

nonetheless, my feet take control of my body and i find myself sprinting towards the green room. the sound waves vibrate under the soles of my feet, making me tremble. how was i going to break it down to her?

when it boiled down to it: sheila was my friend of four years. she need to hear this, she needed my support.

"sheila!" the crowd parts like moses himself was walking through. i see her talking to charlemagne in a desperate temperament, her voice animated.

"you're next, sheila. there was...a threat in the washroom..." i pause to control myself. the tears o b s c u r e her face, she didn't deserve this.

no. one. did.