Endless
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Ongoing25m
Last published Mon, Aug 19, 2013
This wasn't suppose to end this way. We weren't suppose to end this way. How could everything get this bad? How could we let it? My sisters and Blaze's mom are as good as dead and it's my fault. I don't blame her for hating me. I don't blame any of them for hating me, I ruined thier mission and almost got us killed. Why did i have to fuck up everything?
I tucked my head into my arms.
The wreakage was still smoking from earlier. The others were off aiding to their injuries, which were a million times worst than mine. My body ached, marred by bleeding cuts and dirt. My head was pounding, i felt dizzy and...and sleepy.
Water filled my eyes.
No. I will not cry. I refuse to break down now. I'm stronger than this. I have to prove to everyone I'm stronger than this. I will not cry like a little bitch. I will pull through this.
My mouth tasted of rust and metal. I had an erge to vomit, but quickly swallowed it down.
I have to fix this. I will fix this...i have...i have t-
Suddenly an overwhelming sea of black submerged me in darkness. Fuck.
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