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This is just a short story i came up with.

I'm fighting, oddly enuf, for my life. Why i don't know. I don't know where i am, it's a strange place. I hold a sword, a piece of hard sharp metal. The creatures i fight are hideous, I can't see their faces. I'm covered in blood. I can't tell if it's mine or my enimies. I'm in a whole lot of pain, and I'm very weak. But i continue to fight, why i don't know. I want so badly to rest, to just let them take me. But i continue to shove my sword through there flesh, and as my eneimes blood splatters into my eyes, i fall into darkness. I just want to stay down. But some one pulls me up. With a sturdy strong hand. They put my sword back into my hand and tell me to keep fighting, they tell me the battle will get better, that it will get easier. I wish i could believe them, but my hope like my strength is waning. The sword in my hand is so heavy. It's hard to stand, I keep slipping in blood and tripping over bodies. I wish so badly to join the dead. But I keep blocking; slashing, killing. I lower my sword for a second. To let someone in, someone I thought cared about me. I was wrong, apparently i was seeing things, in my weakness i let someong close to me. I then felt cold hard metal slide through me. As it tore and shredded my heart. the pain was excruciating. As i fell with the dagger still in my heart. I came eye level with the dead. And as i felt the warmth as my blood flowed through my fingers. Darkness covered my eyes, finally. The pain, the worries, gone. I open my eyes, the pain returns as the light comes into my room. It was just a dream. The dream seemed so real, so real. And as i got ready for school, i thought. it's not a dream, it is real. It's my life. So as i get ready to go to war, to fight for another day. To struggle for something I don't want. All i can think of is that feeling of letting it all go. The feeling of my blood seeping through my fingers as my life slips away. As i walk out the door, car keys in hand. Trying to make sure i didn't forget anything. Thinkin g of everything i have to do today. I can't help but wish for death. But as in my dream, someone with a stronge hand will not let me falll, they just won't let go.

Thanks for reading this and if u find any erros plz tell me. Later