I'm going to be honest; I don't know where I'm going with this. I've been stuck in here... for I don't know how long really. That's part of the issue with writing this. I don't really know where I am nor how long I've been here. For the past few hours I've been racking my brain, trying to remember. Remember something. I've been wandering these empty halls. Until I stumbled upon you. The only object not completely decrepit in here. A few pristine white sheets of paper and a pencil. Your innocent glow seems eery in this new world I've found myself in. You should be a beacon of hope; a light in this cold dark, something seemingly untouched by whatever ravaged this place.
YOU ARE READING
If_only_I_were_real.
Short StoryEverything seems so simple in the most complicated of ways. At this hour the dark only contains monsters of your own creation yet you feel at peace with them. It is no longer only their home, you feel welcomed here too.
