Post by Sora on Dec 31, 2009 19:25:22 GMT -5
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"Did you really think you were the only ones...?"
When I finally had pushed through all the brush and managed to squize my thin form through the spikes and thorns, I found what I had been drawn to so closely. It looked like an old piece of crap, to be honest. But I had an unquenchable urge to protect it with my life. As I pulled it from the thorns, I learnt that it didn't need it. Not a scratch, not a rib or tear; the piece of crap was unharmed, while my body was ripped and bleeding.
The noises around me grew louder and I knew that I had to run. I brought myself to stand and with my aching, bare feet, I ran; away from the brush, away from the sounds, away.... just away. Clumsily, I had found myself plummeting to the ground; my face met dirt and I gasped loudly. When I rose, the piece of crap had fallen from my hands and the pages were now darted out to the sky. I ran over to where it laid to retreive it, but as my eyes gazed into the pages, I was lost. To be literal, I was gone... The sounds had ended and my breath was caught. When my eyes opened, I wasn't the same, not even close.
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