Blood gushing from a cut
"All you need is us...Baaaaby" said the tall male figure in front of me. "I don't need you, all I need is July," I reply as I apply pressure to head wound I got from running into a pole. "Who is this July?" The males around me chuckle as I spill my guts on the dirty, bloody alleyway.
Once there was light
"You're gonna need more than that vomit to drive us away," the tall man remarks. "Yeah, all I need is this," I say as I rip open the secret section of my bag and spray the fumes in his face, leaving him confused. Leaving a trail of fumes and blood on the sidewalk as I run away.
It melted away into dust
Waking up in this... this dump, a box like room, puddles of whatever. A huge picture of a this angel falling from the clouds. "Day One, It's the worse and the most confusing one," a thousand voices suddenly enter my head. My eyes are blinded, I can't stop the fear and the thoughts running through my head.
The last eternal breathe of an angel
