Emily
Just when I thought that I had finally made it, my leg slipped and I fell. The flames below seemed to dance.....perhaps celebrating that their meal would arrive soon. It seemed that they had been hungry for a long time....hungry for a tired soul. I.....I stinked. The smell of blood and sweat mixed together.......even though I had been without food for long...the urge to throw up......to scream, to break something, to cry aloud............Pain........pain that wanted me to be dead.....for the first time was......iI tried to remain calm.
'It is a battle....', I wanted to say to myself. My mind reminded me why I had begun but my heart.......it was tired. And I.......I was exhausted. Nothing was the same. As I reflected on my life a year ago when I was a mortal and now, when I was in
