TornWe aren't what we dream.But it doesn't mean we cannot be.Self destruction is not the key.We are not what we seem.We are dropping in the dark.A knife and a blade.Are not completely the same thing.So why not, take a shot?And kill of all the human race.We are torn apart.We are, caught in the dark.We are taking shots, and going down.Faster faster and faster we drop.
It started with a curse.A glance. A look. A stare. The girl moved closer to this boy, the boy she loved for 8 years, but never had a good meeting to get to know him. Cottonwood's library, quiet, kids doing homework, a homeless man chugging down bottles of beer, and a kid helping to put books up on the shelves. The girl's name was Agitha, the guy's, Martin, they wouldn't know each other if the curse that had bound them together whenever nearby, hadn't cursed them, what if their were two ways to end this curse? One easier than the other? A book, or a secret food, only to be accessed through the black market, or street drug vendors, which would you risk? A long underground voyage full of dangers unimaginable.... But in another realm? Or through gang wars and risky drug selling?The decisions are endless. As this story of the two could plummet to their deaths, or a bullet to the heads, it could end many ways, but only one of the many ways is their truthful death.