It is morning and I Serge Twindrake am waking up from a hard night of sleeping with deep memories. Memories that haunt me for ages, days and nights. Memories of my betreyal. Memories of my failings toward my people. "Drake?!" a voice summons me. It is a voice that I hear everyday. "What is it Saye?" "Breakfast is ready!" the voice responds back at me from downstairs. I am living in a house with many rooms. It is what they call renting a room. It is bothersome to make money to pay for it...but I do it for the fairness of it. And I do it thinking of all the lives that have been list because of my blunders. "I am comming, thank you Saye!" I respond as I write my last words on this white paper that is really inside this laptop. It is calledtyping ....it is yet another of the humans inventions. Wonders are comming into this world again, slowly.
DarkCat43 · Fri Jun 24, 2005 @ 01:10am · 0 Comments |