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Lelona Call

@AmbitiousCall

INACTIVE

/What am I going to do?/


and a burst of energy runs through me. I sit up in the same Seattle forest I was in, in the same reality where I lost my dad./


now I'm falling. I let out a loud scream as I'm now looking at a naked, scarred up vision of myself falling from the sky. I wake up in(c)


/How could I be flying? The beach I want standing at is now below me as I flap my, wings? I inhale sharply again, and instead if flying(c)


ground in pain. I can almost feel it happening to my body outside my dream, when suddenly the pain stops. Now, when I look down, I'm flying?


It's definitely a beach. What beach? I don't know, but I like it; I feel at home. But suddenly I catch a sharp inhake and fall to the (c)


/I begin to start dreaming. I have no idea where I am. It's a forest. I can almost smell the salt in the air and the breeze on my face. (c)


felt this calm in years./


a soft sleep. Laying on the ground, in the sticks, and surrounded by damp dirty earth doesn't bother me; actually, I don't think I've (c)


my eyes getting heavy and my thoughts coming more slowly. As I sigh out a long breath, I close my eyes and my entire body relaxes into (c)


that I'll never meet my brother (@CallMeEmbryC), so there's no point in worrying about that. My thoughts drown me so much that I find(c)


/I begin to drown myself in thought. Not in worry, exactly, at least not anymore. I don't worry about my step mother, and I have no doubt(c)


cheek.~ Maybe I can do it; for you, daddy.


~I tighten my eyes shut when I feel another tear roll down my eye,~ Maybe I can be strong. ~I lift my hand up and wipe away a tear on my(c)


a rock that was digging into my side.~ Damnit, ~I grumble and throw the rock into the near by bushes.~ Maybe I can do it, ~I whisper.~


Now I see it; it was for me. I take a deep breath and open my eyes. I slowly roll my body over.~ Ow! ~Reaches under my side and grasps(c)


at times. My dad wasn't afraid to die. He wasn't afraid to move on, to another life. The only reason he ever stayed and held on was for me(c


surgery while we all waiting for him to wake up; hoping this wasn't goodbye. My dad was strong. He was always strong; more than strong(c)


The multiple surgeries left him weak. He was so weak he could barley stand sometimes. The tubes that were left in his body after every(c)


of the sky. I curl my fingers in the damp ground and let out a small groan. I almost feel pain from watching what my father went through.(c)


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