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The feeling of being alone,
Is threatening,
Horrifying.

It darkens the thought of life.

Breathing. Touching.
Feeling, or seeing another being.

Is incredible, and unbelievable, to be able to be in the presence of another beings heart beat.

Blood coursing through their, and your veins at all the same moment.

And, losing that.. privelage

Is disgusting.

My mind races with endless thoughts.

I kept walking from the deathful forest for at least an hour.
With frozen tears stained to my face.

My.. dad.. my father,.. I didn't even say anything to him, I never said goodbye or or HI or.. that I loved him..

I bury my face into my coat.

Refraining the last of my tears from escaping their emotional prison.

With bars of mesh, they ease their way out to freedom.

Once again, for the millionth time, stinging my face with an all too familiar pain.

I look down to my feet, watching their flimsy pattern walk on the earth.
Until they reach to a stop.

A sidewalk blocks my stride.
I look up, and see my haunting home.

"Chapter City..." I mumble

A place of many trees and homes.
It's like a wilderness to walk through, the only chance of finding your way is reading the different signs showing paths of where you'd like to go..

It's beautiful.. mostly dangerous.
Especially, with its bitter Winters.

But, it's home.

I live in a tiny "town" in Chapter City..
It has its own little thing going on, with an elementary, middle school, high school..

And beautiful apartments, leading to those schools.

They're literally across the street from one another..

Our.. apartment is 1002.. building 10
2nd floor..

It's definitely a crowded area
With a park diagonal from the schools.
A grocery store across the park.
It's an awkward positioning statement.
It's very lovely though!
...

My mind almost forgets about yesterday...
Staring out into the dark trees..
And dim lights..

"The underground bunker.."
I think to myself.

That's where I was told to go.

Behind the grocery store (across from the park) is a pillow factory.
It's been abandoned for years,
my father bought it for a very cheap price..
And built an underground home underneath the entire factory.
Just in case..

I guess.. this is one of the cases..

I'm gonna have to wait till he and my mom.. come to meet me there..

I stuff my frozen hands into my thick pockets, and resume my stride to the factory.

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