'Not all endings are met with huge crowds and someone holding your hand...'
I don't know what to think. Should I cry or should I laugh. Just an hour previous I had been with friends laughing and having fun despite not truly wanting to be there. Now I was lying on the floor with my breath taken from me. I guess I shouldn't stop myself from admitting it. It happens all the time the car always just seems to 'come out of nowhere'. Now somewhere my friends are still partying whilst I wait for an ambulance to arrive. Its too late now anyway, I could have told the boy not to bother I'm a lost cause now anyway.
I remember how I had argued that I didn't want nor need to come, I was happy to stayed home and watch that movie on my sofa and eat the popcorn I had made. I guess I should have stood my ground but she had to let me make her read that book that she hated, so maybe it's not so bad. I guess I must be loosing it when my surroundings changed. I was now on a beach faced with the face of my childhood protector, a lion.
"Aslan, is it time?" He nodded his majestic head one last time and said in a voice that could both raise the seas and calm the most ferocious storm, "Yes, my child, it is time." And, with one last serene smile I stepped forwards and placed one last calm hand into his mane. I then stepped forwards and made my way into Aslan's country without another word. I said nothing about my change in clothes into a Narnian dress, nor did I mention the crown on my head.
'Maybe it will be alright after all...'
