Collapse (finish the story)
It was hopeless, I was going nowhere, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t dare turning nor’ looking back. I could feel my knees trying to buckle under me, under me, but I didn’t let them, I couldn’t. I was out in the middle of nowhere. Running away, leaving everything behind. Then it hit me my legs finally gave way. I hit the dirt it was cold and hard. I lied there, wanting to stay like that forever. But I couldn’t, I had to go on. I got up, but my legs didn’t, they buckled, again, just as I struggled to get up. I finally gave up. I rolled over and stared into the endless depths of the night sky. Where am I? Will I make it? Does anyone care? Will I ever be happy again? I asked myself. My eyes soon swelled up with tears, I began to match each star to every one of my cause of tears. Before I knew it, I had cried myself to sleep.
Where I ended waking up was what I would have never imagined as heaven. I was lying in an old creaky bed, antiques and photos covered the shelves that surrounded me. Slowly I approached one of the frames, I squinted as I read what seemed like an awfully old letter. The bottom half of the letter had been ripped off, but I didn’t care, by now the smell of eggs, and the sizzling of bacon had overwhelmed me. Light flooded into the room as I opened the door and wandered off into the hallway. There were more photos, I stopped and stared at a man waving to the camera before boarding a jet.
“Good-morning dear.”
I turned to and old women, shocked. “Hi?” I answered confused.
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