I never liked crowds.
I never liked big parties or being the center of attention.
It was like being trapped in a parade where you couldn't get out or breathe the air around you. Like being squeezed into a tight ball and you couldn't move your arms or feet.
Everywhere you looked, there would be hundreds of eyes from every angle, every corner just staring at you from a distance. I hated it. So. Very. Much.
Nothing was ever good about it. It ate every bit of the energy and strength I had in my small body. There was so much of it as I tried to walk through the crowd without accidentally bumping into a stranger's arm.
It would gradually drain me in the end, leaving nothing but a pool of blood and misery. Because all good things come to an end. A conclusion.
If there was a choice to escape and fly free like a lonesome bird, I would do so in a blink of an eye. Without hesitation and without looking back.
I was trapped in a tight cage, perhaps being used and I couldn't get out. Maybe I thought I could find a good reason to stay, but the back of my mind kept telling me the bad outcome would take place soon enough. It was begging me to leave. It was screaming at me.
But I couldn't leave. I had to stay. I had to endure it.
But would it change anything?
If I chose to stay back and watched, would things have been different?
If I spoke up and said what I felt before, would it have mattered at all?
If I took the risk and ran away as far as I could from the very beginning... where would I be now?
The world is gone; there was a field of ruins and I knew soon enough I would be part of it too.
Because all good things come to an end.
For some at least.
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The Ruins Of Tomorrow
Horror[Book One] [Currently going through major editing and rewriting] "Are we all swept by fear and regret?" *** Civilization has collapsed. Stuck in a dangerous outbreak between the living and an infection eating out humanity, turning them into vicious...
