So, after waiting a long time, somewhat patiently, somewhat not, we finally have Shie and Amy's introductory stories!!!
Even now, I spend most of my time thinking, and thinking, and rethinking what I could've done to at least save her. Even now, I'm constantly thinking, going over every last moment of that horrid day...trying to figure out something I could've done to save them all...as if that'd change the fact that they're all gone...all dead. All of them. Every single last one...
I know it's too late to save any of them, that was years ago. But it still haunts me to this day. The screams, the smell of blood, the sight of the dead bodies strewn all over everywhere. I know I can't do anything, but that doesn't stop me from thinking, and rethinking over everything. Trying to figure out something I could've done to stop them, something I could've done to save them.
Something I could've done to save her.
It hurt...a lot. I felt like I was going to die-no, I was going to die. That's all I could think about. I screamed and pulled at the things that tied me down; I wanted to go home. I wanted to go to bed. I wanted it to be a bad dream.
"Let me go! Please! I'm sorry!" I was sick. I hated the smell of blood...and now that's all I could smell. My head felt funny, and I felt weak and sick. My vision was blurry...I could only see from one eye. They took my other eye...this was a dream, it had to be...all a nightmare.
I could hear them screaming, but I couldn't see what was happening. All I could see was a red haze. All I could hear were screams that made me cry harder when I recognized them as Mom's and Dad's. The screams lined up with crunches and snaps and the sound of something wet and thick being torn and pulled.
It was a nightmare...I told myself, unable to keep from crying and screaming in pain. Only a nightmare...
And there you have it!!! I'm going to be posting these on the group's page as well, along with their bios. Thanks again to Olivia for such beautiful, yet tragic works of art!!!