A L L I S O N
8 years ago…
“Allison!” Someone is… calling me… but I can’t see anything… it’s dark around me…
“Allison you have to run my girl!” I hear the voice say and this time it’s clear as day, and familiar, but the thing is… I haven’t heard this voice in a long time… almost 8 years ago…
“Allison!” The voice screams at me and the darkness around me is replaced with light, and in a matter of seconds I zone back to the situation at hand…
I’m at my Packhouse, and everyone around me is panicking, screaming and shouting as they run around as if they’re trying to get to safety…
What is going on…?
I begin to feel someone shake me and it makes me face forward to look at the person that has been trying desperately to get my attention. She is crying, her eyes red and tears streaming do
