Chapter 7

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Three Years Later

I ran my fingers through my braids so my hair could breathe. My long hair flowed down my back and was picked up by the mid November breeze.

Autumn colored the woods. The dead leaves coated the ground.

I sat very high up in a tree branch staring at the farmhouse in the distance. My sword lay in my lap, yep, the same one I got in Jacksonville.

I'm not worried about falling. I'm very agile when it comes to climbing trees. My eyesight is still blurry and hadn't gotten any better. So I'm practically blind. But, I've learned not to rely on on eyes and use my other senses. Thanks to that, my senses are super keen.

I took another deep breath in before rising to my feet then put my sword back on The wind seemed to run faster as I jumped from branch to branch all the way over to the farmhouse.

I finally landed on a tree branch that was brushing against the farmhouse. Now that I'm close up with the flat, smooth wall, I'm ready to write what's been repeating itself in my head for hours.

This world has changed

To where theres more darker days

I look for my dog

Through the endless dark thoughts

She's been missing for a while now

I had named her Hope

Tied her rope

Around my soul

She drags it wherever she goes

Returned to me by Death

Hes not only the bitten man's

But also my bestfriend

So many of my friends have done

A blessing Death brought

They don't have to think

They are free of this pain

Maybe in death there is much to gain

They're mocking me

Death will protect me

I want to embrace him with open arms

But my hands are too warm

It would be so much easier for him to take me

If he acted unexpectedly

Because who doesn't want to be intertwined

With the living vapors

Who's tired of being underminded

Who's tired of being completely blind

To the window that's been staring at you the whole time

But I won't jump through

As much as I want to

Cuz the fall is 7 feet deep

But I still wouldn't mind

If he acted unexpectedl-

The black sharpie slipped out my hands and down into the dead leaves on the ground.

I sighed knowing I had to go down and get it.

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