I was driving.Away. I didn't know where I was and I honestly didn't care. I had finally broken. The moon was big and bright. It seemed to burn the stars around it. It was all too much. I pulled over and sat there, sadness beginning to overtake me again. I closed my eyes and opened them. When I looked outside, I saw what I thought was a reflection. But is looked more like a ghost. My ghost. It was me, but her eyes where blank yet so full of emotion. That look of someone who has lost, someone who has given up. That same look that I see growing clearer in my eyes each days. "Take my hand" she said. I took it. She smiled a sad smile, and took me away, to a place I would never feel pain in again.
