Have you ever wondered how something could have ever happened to you? How something so horrible, so terrible, could happen but you never thought it could, and then it does? Well, imagine that very thing, the worst possible thing you can think of, coming into reality when what caused that horrible occurrence shouldn't even exist. How the world you now exist in shouldn't be real, shouldn't be possible, and should all be fake. How you should still be able to be around everyone you grew up with, your friends, and your family…. This shouldn't have happened, it should have never, ever, been conceivably possible, but it is. It is my past, my present, and my future all in the same. And, of course, it could very well be the second end of my existence that won't have another beginning like the first had.
As I walk down the marble halls, almost all of those I've come to care for around me as we are led by the four cloaked forms, I can only keep thinking the same thing over and over again: What would happen if every goes wrong? Can I trust what I left behind to their protectors? I know it's a stupid question, I can trust them fully, it's just a simple worry that I'm sure anyone else who could have possibly been thrown into my situation would be pondering on. Another worry I have, in which I hold dearest to my entire being, is what will happen to us all. Will we be slain? No witnesses left to escape out of this tomb under this great, ancient city to run and tell the story of the indecencies of all that has happened in this considerably horrible yet almost unnervingly marvelous short life I have lived so far? Will I get to live it longer, or will it truly end here?
Well, no matter what does end up occurring, there is one thing I know for sure:
We won't fall without a fight