POV (ABELIA)
What time was it? Everything was starting to blend together and I was not sure where I was anymore. My throat was sore and it was hard to breath. The cold ground, which deserved to be my eternal bed, was no where to be found. Instead, someone was carrying me, protecting me from the chill that should be eating me away into nothing. Why? Why would anyone wish to help me?
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
A voice screamed in my head, as my hands gripped to hold on to something. Anything to make the pain go away. But, I knew it was pointless because what I wanted I could never have again. I was nothing more then a tiny boat adrift at sea, that was being hit from all sides by the waves of a storm. A storm, called reality. The fantasy I had dreamed of was over. Shattered into a million pi
