Then black, just black, deep colourless black. For hours, weeks maybe even months. I don't know how long I was knocked out for but that little voice kept me company. Silence that's all I heard, nothing but silence.
Then, out of nowhere I heard feet rushing around me, then I heard people speaking. I couldn't quite understand what they were saying but I understood words now and then. I was too weak to even move. I tried to move my legs, my arms but they wouldn't budge. I still remember feeling so terrified. Where was I? Who was with me? And was I even in the same year? I put all my strength into opening my eyes. I saw where I was, in a white room with a lot of lights and with no windows. I faintly saw people, wearing red marks covering half of their faces, white long coats covering their feet. "He's awake" that voice. I knew that voice from somewhere, but where? "Don't bother trying to move Luke, it's not going to help" How did he know my name? Who was he? More importantly, where was I? Then another man walked into the room.
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Red wing
EspiritualYou know those little voices inside of your head telling you what to do and where to go? Telling you wether something is wrong or right, helps you think about the plot line when watching a movie and helps you think when you're in a bad situation. Lu...
