black eyesYou stood tall and brave; ready to face any challenge. The mountain wind ran it's cool fingers through your brown hair.
"ready?" you said.
I nodded. You took my hand, as we descended into the dark cave. Your warm touch as my only comfort.
earlier that day
I ran my fingers down the splintering surface of the wooden post. There was another missing child poster, which had found it's place among many others. this one was of a little girl, named Sally. She had black eyes, like you.
"We should do something about this..." you said.
what? I thought. We knew what we would be dealing with, a large, ferocious beast. It prayed on the weak, the defenseless; children. That was us. Except we were a bit older than it's usual meals. I couldn't stand the thought of going within a hundred feet of the beast. The thought of losing you. You were my only friend.
"We can poison it." you suggested.
I said nothing, as usual. You had thought for a while. I loved to watch you think, because you would f
I died a while ago....Dear Alex,
I died a while ago, though you probably know that by now. I don't like having to say that I died. It doesn't feel right, but it's the most appropriate word I can think of.
I remember being flung through the air, I felt like a bird, except I wasn't flying on purpose. I didn't feel the impact, but I remember the world going dark. I heard voices beyond the static. But they were only mumbles, inaudible, I think you where mixed in there somewhere. For a while the world was dark, but it it wasn't black. It reminded me of this time in art class, where I had mixed together a bunch of paints and got this strange black-ish blue. That was what the world looked like.
I couldn't move, or speak. I think I was in a coma.
I faintly recall hearing one thing I could understand. "She's never going to wake up." everything else after that was just gibberish.
A while after that, the world went from static-y blue to black. There were no voices. A light had appeared really far in front of me. Maybe