Chapter 3: Falling

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You heard an alarm go off, you shook awake and we're breathing heavily. You look around your dark, and goth-like room. You sigh and take a drag of a cigarette. This wasn't the first time you had that weird dream about that lamb. You watched as the smoke danced in the air. It almost took the form of a cute face....the face of someone familiar...hmm...

It was night time. You were usually a night owl, you slept as soon as you got home from work. Well today you were off so you decide to go for a drive.

Your keys jingle as you put them in the key hole. You start the car and drive calmly down the dark road. You look to your side and smile, someone was getting mugged and beaten up by a gang. You were lucky that wasn't you.

You decide to think about your background a bit. You used to be Christian but ever since your family stopped making you go to church, you haven't gone since. You like the idea of Atheism, relying on cold hard facts instead of feelings. Even though you did own a bunch of pentagrams you didn't think you were a satinist.

You come to a stop and go to get some gas. You pay and come back to your pump, someone was by your car waiting for you. The looked over at you calmly.

???: "So where's my money?"

You already knew what to do, you ran away, and tried to dodge the bullets already coming at you. But alas, a few hit you, one in the leg, another in the stomach, and one on your lower lung.

You ran for what seemed like forever. You didn't care where you were going, you just ran. Soon you were out of breath and kneeled on the ground. You feel your wounds and cough up blood in pain. You try to see where you are now. A car zoomed past you....oh shit....you were in the middle of taffic. You stood up and ran past cars and trucks getting by, your wounds hurting you even more as you quickly dodged motorcycles.

You were almost there, you bolted for the sidewalk until you heard the honk of a semi truck.

Everything went dark after that. You felt like you were falling. Falling and falling.

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