Today 3:06am..
I'm old and dieing, my body cant move but my eyes are wondering, im lost but know im in a home where people come and go for hours. I don't know anyone and i haven't seen any of what i think would be my family, My chest hurts as if some one is pumping a heavy fluid into my lungs. i can breath and i can understand that i am going to die. as i look to the door way i see a tall man, A pastor and a small boy, i know even more so now that my time has come. and i begin to cry some. i look to the young man and tell him im ready, he leans into me and says " Good your people are waiting", " My people?" i ask. He looks to the book he brought and opens it to pull out a letter. the letter is dated Dec. 19 2025. it is written in a girls hand writing. and it states " the world is no more, we have prepared a place with the tools given to us by your father. come home at last to us so we can start a new world.. you are holding the key to the grate door that keeps us out." i look to the Man and ask him " who are you?" he replies. " your son". i feel myself begin to smile as my fingers and legs seems to go numb the room to my eyes begin to appear lighter and i feel my body go weak. i feel as if im talking but already gone from them, from that room... Im at the door and in my hand there is a big key..
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Minde
07:59 Nov 14 2017
Very good read. Enjoy the story.