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The churning of my stomach as I walk along the concrete path makes me feel as if I were going to throw up at any second. The mood weighs heavily on my shoulders threatening to crumble my world as it is. The once bright and beautiful day I had seen turned into a dull and hideous one in an instance. It seems all too unreal, like I’m in a dream that I have yet to awake from. And for a moment I do believe that I’m asleep. I’ll wake up laughing at the fact that this never happened, but it’s all a dream. But when I turn and look into the exhausted and defeated dull eyes of my mother, that’s when I know that I’m not sleeping. The same emotions from the night before come back full force trying to overwhelm me and take me into a spiraling endless ocean of sadness. My emotions consume my thoughts so much that I am not even aware that we have arrived at the door of my aunt’s house. The loud, piercing sound of a knock on the door is what finally snaps me back to this grim reality I know now. The wait is so agonizingly slow, I feel as if I might wait here for all of eternity. ‘’Open the door already.’’ I mutter through clench teeth. Finally after the longest 30 seconds of my life the door creeks open. I see my uncle peer out through the tiny crack, he needs no words, his expression says it all. He greets us not with the joyous expression he always wears but with a face that looks as if he had seen all of hell. ‘’No this can’t be happening!’’ I angrily scream in my head as we are led up the stairs of doom. Memories of the past overcome my mind and I am led back to the last time I had seen him, smiling and laughing, He didn’t do anything wrong he never cheated, lied, stole or anything of the sort. So why, why did this happen to him of all the people in the earth. There are psychos out there who deserve something like that to happen to them but instead it happened to him. My legs begin to feel as if there were made of jello and we go up. My eyes are burning from the overwhelming tears that I’m trying so desperately to hold back. My heart is beating about a million miles per hour and during this whole thing I’m telling myself over and over, ‘’Calm down, Calm down.’’ At this point I’m beginning to sound like an old broken tape recorder. But maybe that’s what I am; I’m just broken and beaten from everything that has happened in the past twelve hours. It hasn’t even been a day since he left us and I already feel as if I’m losing it. When I reach the stairs the sight that I am met with stabs my heart like a knife and all I can do to keep myself from screaming is hold my breath. My aunt sits there limply with tears pouring down from her face leaving black streaks behind. Her eyes are swollen and red; they show the grief that’s been terrorizing her mind. It’s enough to make even the hardest of people to shed a tear at the state of her. At the sight of my mom she rushes up to her and gives her a tight hug then wails, ‘‘It hurts, it hurts so much.’’ More tears follow this statement, while my mom comforts her I stand there paralyzed. It takes a while before I’m finally able to drag myself to the couch where everybody has sat with their solemn faces. Then she tells us everything that had happened before, during and after he died. I can’t look at her face or anyones in fact. Instead I choose to stare at the vanilla carpet letting my tears blur it all into one big mess. It’s a long time before we leave her to her grieving. The only thing we are able to do is offer our sympathies and a small smile, because nothing on this earth can comfort a mother’s heart after she loses her child. As soon as we head back to the car I can faintly smell the incense that I should soon smell in the nearby funeral that we will attend. I can see it now the mourners in their black clothing, the priest giving his sermon at the stand. But for now all I can do is stay strong and hope that I don’t crumble before then.
From Imagination to Reality now I have woken up and know what I must do.

Through Bladed Fury I will take back the crown and stop at nothing to get it.

And Winged Glory of Elements of Light and Shadow Will be my weapon against anyone who dares to stand in my way

And no matter the cost I will do whatever I can to get back what is rightfully mine………

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His name is X-2, at least that's what he thinks it is, and he has been in solitude confinement for over 22 years. The days go by slowly and all he could do is think. He doesn't think about the present and who knows if he'll even have a future, so instead he chooses to focus only on the past. The past. In order to become who we are in the present we would have to have a past. And our decisions we will make in the future are based upon the decisions we have made in our past. So what in X-2 past has brought him to this present day hell of rotting in a cold dark prison waiting either for the grim reaper or the warden to set him free?

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DragonOfEvil Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Thank you for the watch.
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Thank you so much for the watch! I am also Star Wars trash :D
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Thanks for faving "I Will Eat Your Soul by DiamonEyes ":iconboooplz:
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