I was turning blue.
I thought I were the only one in the room.
Wrong,right?
It took hardly 10 minutes for me to figure out that my grandma was no more lying on her bed but was clearly floating in the air.
Terrified I closed my eyes and tried to shout but it felt like my voice was gone.
"Don't get scared of me Heath"
She said with her same old smile.
"I know what you are thinking but give yourself some time my dear"
It has already been 20 minutes.
Yes, now I felt a little safer.
"What is wrong with me? And you? Why are we turning blue? "
Of course there was nothing else I could ask though.
" I will tell you everything from starting. "
Maybe it wasn't really the end.
Instead it was the starting...
The starting of my new life.
Life full of wars, rebels, hatred and blood.
I knew I never wished to be like this.
So do my Grandma.
I could see the fear in her eyes.
Her dark doe eyes were all blue.
I wish I could save her.
I wish I could save myself.
I can't get off the thought of dying, killing and running.
My nightmares were something I never wanted to face.
Maybe I am the demon .
