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A/N: I was sitting at home with a horrendous migraine and all I could hear around me were sirens (owing to a bad accident that had happened 3 or 4 hours beforehand where 2 people died) and this idea landed on the page in front of me. The infinity part is actually my school sick room ^_^
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The Sirens
All I can hear around me are sirens. Day and night, a constant wailing, as if a violent murder follows the sound wherever it goes, a trail of destruction and despair. But that is the world I live in, and I have become accustomed to it. Less aware of the world around me, I suppose. Now I wake up to the tune of the sirens, and the call of my friends. They are the routine that rules my life and I have grown to trust them. The wailing is as familiar as the friends I greet each day.
You don't realise what those small familiarities mean to you until they go.
Now I just stay here, trapped in an infinity of nothing-ness. There is a door, a portal to the world I once knew, its paint scratched and bleeding from my numerous assaults to thwart its defences, but it will never cease to trap me here.
I have made it that way, even if it was not my intention to do so, and now my sirens have left with my friends, never to return, and I have created my hell.
I have created it, and I will have to endure it till the bitter end.