I laid on the ground. As I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but lines and spirals and colors and paint and everything drip drop drip.
"Angel?" I tried to utter, the sound scratching my throat as it clawed its way out of my mouth.
My arms and legs feel numb but I still struggled to stand up. I searched everywhere to find her blonde curly hair, changing colors as she went but the only colors I saw was of this vacuum before everything was drained into a world of black and white.
Just when I thought nobody is here, I felt a pain in my chest, felt like long fingernails reached in and shredded my heart to bits.
And from a distance, I saw the figure of a little girl, dead.
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keeper of lost things
Fanfictionhave you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
