Well, as you know, this chapter accidentally got deleted. But I am in the process of rewriting. I would really appreciate if you DON'T read on from here, or you will be super confused on whats going on. I will be posting what I got so far, and I will tell you when I am completly done rewriting! :)
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It was as though the floor opened from below me. I could feel myself falling, deeper and deeper into the black void below me. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I couldn’t speak. I had no voice. Now I was falling, deeper and deeper into darkness. But not just any darkness. Haunting, empty darkness.
Minutes flew by, and I could feel myself falling faster and faster, the world spinning in front of my eyes. I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die. Minutes flew by, but they felt more like hours. My heart beat like a drum in my chest, and my breathing was rough and jagged. My mouth was wide open, but still no scream came out. I began to feel quite nauseous and I closed my eyes, trying not to pay any attention to the spinning motion around me. Sadly, it wasn’t working.
I’m going to die, like every other child who turns thirteen around here! Tears flew down my cheeks, burning through my skin like embers. My eyes were burning, stinging as though they were covered in pepper. The air became thin, and my lungs found it harder and harder to breathe. I’m going to die without air. Defiantly a cowardly way to go.
Trying to get my mind away from the fact that I was falling down into an empty void (which is a bit hard to not realize); I reach my arm out to touch the cold walls. Brick. I’m falling with brick walls surrounding me.
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This Place We Call Home (discontinued)
Fantasía[ Originally named "13" ]. For most people, thirteen is the good year of your life. You can see the world with different eyes. You can finally be treated like an adult. As a teen, life just gets a little better. Maybe for you it does. In my town...
