13 April 2012
Running, splashing in the puddles, Screaming like a screeching baby. The thunder's terrifying. I look back. They're still there. I trip...falling. I shout - wind deafening my screams. There's a bang, I hold onto my chest, I can't breathe, my memory's blank. I've gone to the world far, far away.
- This was written by 13 year old me for the Mini S.A.G.A.S. Surrey book back in 2007. I was quite a depressing girl back then, loved writing about death.
The World Far, Far Away • Opuss № I