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A green light.
All I saw was a green light.
My eyes flashed open with a gasp. I look around. It’s pitch black, seemingly early in the morning. Why am I high up? I look down. I’m hanging.
I’m hanging from a tree.
My breath becomes quicker and quicker, starting to hyperventilate. I start fiddling with the rope and break free. Tears start to gather in my eyes as a drop down to the ground. A stinging sensation occurs in my neck; shocking, painful, unusual. Turning around, I see others.
I was not the only one that was murdered.
“Mom!” Dad” I ran, sprinting out of the square like a runaway horse, passing the horses, shops, houses and buildings of the town. I never looked back. I ran and ran and ran and ran, all the way home, to a place of comfort. The door creaks as I open it. Its dark. “Mom? Dad? I’m home! I’m alright!” Nothing. I hear… nothing. I search the house, room by room. I don’t see them. I make my way up the stairs and knock on the door to their room. As I enter the room, I walk in, and its empty. No ones here. How long has it been? I walk over to the mirror and let out a gasp. The person who I see in the mirror looks different, dead even. My skin is pale and there’s a scar across my neck. It seems….bloodied and bruised. I touch it, it stings a little. Then, looking at my ears, they look stitched together. My ears are now cut to be pointy and on the end, dried blood and lots of scars. Tears start coming up as I look longer. Then, it hit me. How long has it been? Are my parents gone? Are they dead? I wasn’t the only one that was hung. I must have died.
I was the only one to come back.
Everyone else on that tree continues to only be but a corpse, while I’m back, as some sort of being.
What am I? Even more tears begin to come up as a I start sobbing, collapsing on the wooden floor of my definitely dead parents room.
I’m alone.
I am truly alone.
I have no one.
Minutes turn to hours and I'm still confused and in shock. "Take a deep breath." I think to myself. "Mom and Dad wouldn't want you to be on the floor having a breakdown." The thought's right. I get up, wipe tears off of my face and seek some answers and maybe, I may feel less alone. I walk down the stairs, taking a good look at each room, soaking in all the memories each room as to offer, as I walk out. Once I'm outside, I feel the breeze and the early morning sun rising. "Mom, Dad. I'll go on. I promise. I'll miss you, wherever you are. I know you'll always be with me. See you soon."
And I go. Where, I don't exactly know. But, we'll see.
We'll see Indeed.