I remember my head throbbing. Under-
standable since I absolutely cried just like when a you steal a toddler's candy.
I vaguely remember me screaming to the wind, to seemingly nothing till my throat went dry. I was desperate. I screamed the ever living hell out of my lungs. I can physically feel my throat shrinking and tearing in pain.
The last thing that I remember about the real world was a person. My mom. I remembered seeing a glimpse of her. Crying. Hah. Now that I'm going away is when she's gonna cry.
I woke up in a field of grass. It stretched as far as the eye can see, the grass was green as green should be. But the sky was uncharacteristically grey. Normally such a scenery would include the matching blue, but it was grey. As gret should be.
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The Maiden In The Mask
BeletrieElijah lived a living hell. His alcoholic mom. His bastardized father who left him. The typical orphan sob story. But he loved his sister. And it was taken from him. His wrath plunged him into a world that isn't his own. Elijah has to trudge down i...
