Gauzy, misty, foggy
I'm lost
Drifting
A lonely cotton seed
Floating
Tints of violet
Hiding
Stay here
A lonely ghost
Drifting...
But then...
I feel something
(I? Is that me? Me?)
Falling apart
It's that one thing
That one hum
In the background
Rising and falling
To a strange cadence
Vibrating through a soul
But not mine
(Mine? Where am I?)
(Am I here?)
My awareness starts to bleed
Into the swirling fog
But the humming...
It's still there
And I can feel its desperation
Wanting to save me
Trying to pull me back together
But I can't
Can't do it
Just beyond my comprehension
Getting farther
And farther
Away
NO!
YOU ARE READING
The Guardians
FantasiFourteen-year-old Storm has been passed from foster home to foster home for as long as she can remember. Not only that, but she has been abused by everybody she has placed her trust in. When she joins a secret society called the Guardians, can she l...
