Shattered hearts...
The darkness creeps around me, swirls and twists away as I move towards the Fallen Angel. The floor floods with black liquid that drips from the walls and ceiling. As I grow closer and closer to the Angel the thicker the liquid gets, making it harder to move.
Banshee shrieking...
I scream using all my strength to get to Angel. "You won't be able to get me. Your too weak, to little. Now stop! You need your strength for a different battle," The Angel says as I fall into the puddles that have combined into a huge puddle covering the floor.
Metallic taste...
Sobbing, I slowly get up..."Why? Why?Why? What have I done to deserve YOU?!?!?!?!?" I yell into pure darkness. "It's not what you've done. It's what you haven't done." The darkness falls away, leaving in a state of mind that's blank, empty and dead.
Dotted Note-Book Pages...
