I don't think I could say exactly when life comes out— day or night. In the imaginary world, life happens during the day. But the truth comes out at night. There is no physical light to be shed, but that doesn't mean everything is dark. The truth comes out at night. I'm not scared.
When I try to remember, all I can hear is screaming. I don't know if it's me screaming, or someone else. Maybe all of us were screaming. I think my memory might not be so good. I'm not scared. Was I scared? Life isn't a real word. I'm 17. What are you suppose to do when you live to see a day you were told would never come?
What are you suppose to do when you live to see a day you thought would never come?
She told me I would die. She told me we would not make it. She told me to be ready for anything. She told me to kill if I have to. She told me to kill him if I have to. She told me to do it to save us. She told me to do it to help us. She said I was the only one who could do it. She said. I was scared.
I didn't love her. I did not love life. I did not want to be alive. I was scared. I never thought I'd make it this far. I'm scared.
