What have I pushed myself into? I shouldn’t have come to this town! I should’ve made my way to my parents’ house, or better yet along with them on their graves since I’m a dead meat, either choices I make!
But now’s not the time to argue with myself. I have to get out of this hideous place. All I can see is dust covering almost the entire place. All the seats are covered with dust. They don’t even have cushions that I can sleep on to.
But why am I kept at this old church? Why don’t they put me in a cell or something? And again, why am I treated like a murderer?!
Tired, my body just gave up on me. I collapsed in the middle and I’m just staring at the ceiling full of cobwebs and dust with some free roommates such as spiders. Thank goodness I’m not afraid of them.
The flashes of memories
