It all came crashing on me: I was dying. The scorching pain on my chest was as real as it could be, that bullet had penetrated my heart and it was giving me a slow and painful death. I could hear their laughter, that sound of satisfaction after accomplishing their mission. They knew it was just short moments before I completely died, and that made them treasure that moment, tattoing the sounds of my screams and the image of my twisting my whole body out of pain to their minds.
I suddenly hear an alarm go off, and it startled us all, making us wonder where it came from, until I open my eyes and realize it was all that same dream I have every other night, and the alarm was just indicating my day had started.
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Roads of hope
RomanceI've never given much thought to my life. Been one of those souls wandering about in life, just getting through their days, walking, breathing, surviving... Then hell came over, my life crumbling, all signs of hope vanished...until that little light...
