I stumbled into the house and to the couch.
"I thought coffee is suppose to wake you up" I mumbled
"She made yours with some sleep remedies" Amy leaned down and kissed me gently putting a blanket over me. I yawned and curled up and fell asleep.
I ran through the forest yelling and screaming to see if anyone was there. HHHHEEEEELLLLLLOOOOOO I screamed hearing a faint hello back I kept following the faint delicate voice to only find a house. Slowly I walked through see Amy but it wasn't her her slumped down shoulders and her head hung lowly. She whispered " destruction is a form of creation" I saw her red arms she held a lighter in her hand as she stared at the wall before I could stop her she set herself on fire as she screamed bloody murder
And then I woke up with josh staring at me with a alien look. I looked at my arms with the carving "destruction is a form of creation"
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The Wallflower
DiversosWallflower wall-flow-er [wawl-flou-er] 1. any person that remains on or has been forced to the sidelines of life. 2. a person who has no one to love,or feels shy/awkward,or excluded in life. "he's a wallflower...he see things keeps quiet about them...
