savannasmiles234
I scream in the darkness until my voice is raspy and my throat is raw, I can't stop. Minutes went by, then hours. I felt like I had been in here for weeks.
I stopped screaming and running and fell to the ground, defeated. Memories came flooding back into my head. Tears were streaming down my face now as I thought of Owen. I let him down. I dragged him straight into the mouth of danger. I knew he had to be dead, too, if I was. I couldn't help but think that death would be so much better if he were here in the darkness with me.
What's the point of living if this is all we get in the end? What's the point of loving, fighting? All the childhood memories, all memories of you, just gone. So many people live their lives in sadness and hate, but really, that's all we have.
Soon, people will forget my name. They will forget all the things I did, bad and good. I never thought life was worth living, but now, I couldn't get one thought out of my head.
I'm not ready to die.