Sup guys! I am so sorry for not updating! Its been tough ever sense, well my mother had cancer like I said. She passed away on Sep. 18th. Its hard to wright something at this moment so I pieced something together. I promise to update regularly now. Here it is:
Brea:
I'm walking down a long black hallway, and it keeps going. And going. And going...
Scrash! A glass pitcher smashed onto the floor in front of me and cuts my bare feet, but I keep on going; my feet leaving a trail of blood. I want to open the door at the end, but it keeps getting harder to walk, and the the hall keeps getting longer. Suddenly, my back errupts and two white wings shoot out. I fly to the door quickly and toss it open. Its blinding white, but I never got to see what was on the other end.