Everything
gets darker. The room is empty and cold, cracked windows fill the air. My eyes
start to shut, as if I’m trying to protect myself. Nothing, just saying to my
family all the best I’m so sorry that you died. I’m just blaming myself for
what they fell for and I didn’t. Just thinking, I felt a gust of wind heading
in towards a hole through the door. I could see everyone scatter out of their
buildings to let the violent storm smash the buildings to thousands of tiny
pieces its better than vanishing. …The violent storm was… emerging from it’s hiding place when I heard my own voice.
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