Then Black. Deep colourless black, But the voice was there to keep me company once again. Then a voice. Was it mine or someone else's? "Luke, Hello? Boy can you hear me?" ".....Ow my head" I mumbled. "Good you're okay, you blacked out for a second do you feel better?" "Much better thanks". I jumped off from the metal table I have been lying on. "Come with me, I want to show you something" Then I turned around, I saw Angus, my uncle. Does he not recognise me? Or does he not care about me?
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Red wing
SpiritualeYou 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...
