Well, this is it.
The end.
I was excited for this part.
I dreamt of it.
I dreamt of me standing on the garden
Where the flowers had bloomed so bright
And the sun shining down on me
I had my chin held up high
And my shoulders wide.
But nothing goes my way.
I’m standing in the garden
The garden that was full of flowers and colors,
Now I see it covered with dead bodies and blood
I can feel the lost souls around me
Trying to find another body to feed on
Then I see a girl
I can hear her crying and sobbing
I run to her
She turns around when I reach her
“I remember you.
I was just like you.
I was you.
I am you.”
The girl said with her tiny, squeaky voice.
My body couldn’t move
My mind couldn’t process anything else
I wanted to say something
But I couldn’t.
“Who are you?” my voice trembled
“I don’t know.” She whispered.
“Why are you here?” I ask.
“You brought me here.”
I raised my hand to touch her
She does it too.
When our fingers meet,
Memories came flooding back
What… is.. this..
I…. don’t… know.. what’s… going… on….
I find myself on my knees
In pain from those memories
She disappeared
I sit there and think
Oh, the love.
The happiness.
The Joy.
The Faith.
The pain.
The tears.
The scars.
I remember them now.
I remember telling a guy I loved him
And crying because he didn’t say it back
I remember the hugs that were so tight
That I couldn’t breathe but were so comfy
I remember the car rides back home
And we would laugh our stomachs off even when nothing was funny
I remember the paper works and the sleepless nights
I remember the stupid fights that I would have with my parents
I remember being so naïve and young that every guy was the best guy in the world.
Did all this lead me to this mess?
What did I do?
This was the end.
And I can’t change the end.