Writers Forest[Editing]

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Is this how it ends
I feel the chemicals burn
In my Bloodstream

The driver opens the door, gesturing for me to exit the carriage.

I get out, offering my mother and sister a hand. My dad gets out last, with a solemn expression on his face.

'I can't believe this is actually happening.' I think excitedly to myself.

"We can't believe this as well Kevin. We are extremely happy for you." My mom says as she side hugs me.

"Todays the big day." Mary beams.

My smile grows bigger than I thought possible, as we start to walk down the ice carpet leading to the hall.

My parents leading the way with Mary right behind them.

We enter the hall lobby as Gideon, the event planner comes running towards us.

"Mister and Missus Moline." Gideon beams." Everything is ready. You and Mary can all enter the hall and go sit in the front right row." He says over enthusiastically.

At that, my dad nods and my mom offers him a thank you, then the three of them walk into the hall and the doors close behind them.

The nerves now begin to consume me.

'What if something goes wrong?'

'What if someone tries to poison me?'

'What if I can't do it?'

These questions run through my mind. I do the one thing that always calms me down.

I lift my hand in front of my face and concentrate as I change the form of my hand.

My hand becomes rock until it freezes over and becomes ice, then leaves and grass grow out of the ice making a mini garden in my hand, until the grass and leaves engulf in flames, and the fire consumes the life that once was in my hand.

A small smile graces my face as I do this over and over, physically and mentally calming down.

"Kevin it's time, are you ready?" Gideon asks as he places a small crown onto my head.

I look down at my blue suit, brushing my fingers over the custom hand made material.

Giving him a small nod, he smiles and walks forward to open the double doors in front of me.

I mentally gasp as I look around the hall, taking in the decoration. The seats are made of a golden rocks, that surprisingly looks comfortable.

Windows and walls made of crystal blue ice.

I look up to find fire in the air spelling something...

K E V I N

It says, and a smile appears on my face as I begin to walk down the isle of grass and red roses that look like fire.