I am at the foot of the steep stairs, with the candle in my hand. I can hear the howling wind and I can smell the musty scent of decay. I breathe slowly and start ascending.
Step after step...
Stair after stair...
Higher...
Higher...
I see the door and reach out to touch the handle. The candle flame dies out but it is not dark. A dim light comes out of the room as the door creaks open. Cautiously, I step inside.
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know," I am not sure if I speak the words or if they have just formed in my head. I have no idea who I am talking to either.
"Stay away."
I wake up heart beating, skin hot as if I have a high fever. I look at the time.
1:23am
I am sixteen years old today.
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Balance of the Skies (bxb)
FantasyWhen Lorien is accepted by the Art School of his dreams, little does he know that he is about to embark on a journey of discovery - a journey which he is destined to make and that started with one dream on the eve of his 15th birthday. This is my f...
