100 WC T3W1
Hearing whispers of my name made me go closer. A mysterious light caught my attention in a blink of an eye. I carefully placed my finger upon the crystals. Suddenly I drop. Im awake lying in a isolated room with crimson blood dripping of my finger. A shadow rises through crumbling walls. It was the same voice as before but saying “leave”. I scattered, trying to get up. I ran for the door but couldn’t reach. I look at my unpolished feet when all of a sudden I see a chain holding me back. A prison is what I’ll be.
By Rylee Smith
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