The fact is . . . I'm dead. I don't feel like it, but everyone says I am. I'm 17 years old, and they say I died in 2012. It just doesn't add up. Plus, today is June 6 2020, my birthday. But the only flames I see are Hell, and I need bigger lungs to blow those out. While I was distracted with the thought of unending suffering, I heard something rare, yet familiar. A boy, . . . my brother! I strain to hear what he's saying. "Britain, I can see you, you're not dead so don't listen to what everyone else says, I just know it. . ."
1: Is the brother real, or a hallucination?
2: If Britain isn't dead, where is he?
3: How will he get out?
1: The brother is real, but he is a part of your mind screaming for a chance to help pull you out of the dark depths you've fallen into.
ReplyDelete2:You are trapped in your mind and your feelings are suffocating you... they have pushed you under so far, you can't see the lights or the ones who care.
3:The only way I saw through my personal hell was focusing on what i needed to care about, what i thought was important, but may not have been. I looked for people who could help me, and somehow pulled myself out. I had to move on and get away from people and problems that were eating me alive. Moving on... it hurts terribly, but I had to do it.