The Picture

Feeling refreshed, I get up. Now to explore this house. Something catches my eye, I look over to my left and see smashed glass, and a picture frame on the floor. I walk over, and pick it up. A picture, of me. My heart drops into my stomach and I feel a lump in my throat. I'm staring at a picture of myself, standing in the doorway of this house. How can this be? Did I live here? And who took the picture? Now I have more questions I need the answers to. 




I must have come from this house. I must have run away. But, why and how did I end up on a rock in the middle of nowhere? 

The mist, I was supposed to go into the mist. This picture, I lived in this house. Anger fills up inside of me instantly. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH - " something hits me over the head hard and sends me into a deep, black abyss. 

The End

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