She walks the same halls as everyone else, and yet they feel so different to her, so empty. The farther she distances herself from the world the more she feels lost. But there is no going back, no turning around. She is stuck, in a place she wishes never to have fallen into.
I have been created, but I am not alive, for my creator is lying in front of me in a chair,dead, his old face pale with many creases showing hard work, hard work spent on me. its way more interesting than that just read the book Ronder is 21...
I wake up, my lungs are bursting, my body's pounding, and I can't see a thing, "chad are you there?!?"I yell, "CHAD".
