Somethings biting into me. ants? no their bights feel different almost like burns- it's too bright to see anything maybe I've gone blind, that can happen if you look at the sun too long or if you get bitten by some type of snakes- no that can't be right I can see something now, is it a person?
I think so, they look human and they're reaching towards me. I want to trust them they seem soft and gentle-"mum?" -no that's not right I don't have mum, do I?
but they're holding me that makes them my mum, doesn't it?
does it matter?
not really.
they're warm and they're singing to me in a high soft voice like an angel- maybe I'm dead-maybe this is heaven.
I push my face into the crook of their neck and breath in- "Hmmmm"- they smell nice, like wood fire smoke, and coffee, and now they're stroking my hair.
maybe It doesn't matter who they are-maybe I'll just stay here.
A/N only 166 words, my shortest chapter yet!
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Cursed
Ficção CientíficaAfter war crushes civilization, Eir Cathamore, a commanding officer of what remains of the military is in search of a child long believed to be a myth. I wrote this a while ago for no reason at all but I kinda' liked it so now I'm posting it. I hav...
