• I just remembered. Terrifying. It made my day even worse.



    I was crying on my bed I couldn't remember why. Although pain was surging Inside me. Tears running down my face as fast as they could so they wouldn't combine with other tears. My body shacking. Like I was on vibrate. My voice strong. My lungs going in and out, non-stop. My voice squealing.


    THEN, there my body is implanted with the worst sight I had ever seen. It was intoxicating, painful. I couldn't perfectly see it though, so I acted it out.


    There I lay fire in the air. I feel a jogging pain. I lifted my head slightly and see dead body and people trying to get up. I put down my head. i look to the side and see blood. I bring up my arm and touch my head. I bring down my hand and see blood on it. It was me the blood was coming from. The puddle of blood.


    Somebody rushes over to me. Brushes my hair with his hand and rushes off. I can't stop hearing screeching, yelling, even more than I can imagine. Then all the sudden someone comes over to me and puts a bandage around my head. Then comes a few men and picks me up and puts me on a medical bed.


    Out of all of that guess what I hated the most... getting carried away on that bed to be saved and live. I really wanted someone else to be saved than me. I'm not anything important. I enjoy it that way.