It is dark and it is raining hard. The door is opening slowly…
My heartbeat starts to speed up. I can’t think of anything else, except for this question…… who or what is behind the door?
I close my eyes and cover my ears. I have nothing to do except screaming, and hoping somebody hears me. A person, a police, a god, dad, my dead mother, somebody…….
I lost all hope. I open my eyes, uncover my ears and stand up. I see a bright light coming behind the door. I decide to completely open the door……
I can’t believe what my eyes are seeing. I’m seeing myself but whiter and a bit invisible.
I can’t think of something else except for this question…… what happen to me? or am I dead?
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Este es un poema que hise para la clase de ingles y me gusto mucho por eso lo quise poner. Siento haber puesto captitulos cortos pero estoy haciendo un capitulo largo para ponerselos el proximo fin. Gracias por leer mi blog !!! =D
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