I look around my room, realizing I'm the only one here, in my home. Dear god I hope that this doesn't keep happening, these dreams just keep...getting to me. I get up and focus my gaze towards the bathroom, where my pillbox is, maybe this is just nausea or a headache. My thoughts coursing through my mind, causing utter confusion. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. My mind has just been drifting off lately, I scoff to my own thoughts...pathetic.
I forget how depressing my home is. Yet, silence can lead to great things. I put on my jacket and head for my keys, but a note lies in front of my gaze after pulling the coat from the rack, something falls out onto the ground from my pocket.
"Huh?" Im confused... I don't recall having anything in my pockets, not after what happened last time. - A flashback of a mugging happens the the protagonist- I shutter with fear from the thought.
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Essence's Dawn
Mystery / ThrillerA story that I have worked on and still am working on. Heretofore, will be my main priority for working on.
