fire

raged through her throat, as she felt that she couldn't breathe. unknown things attacked her body, leaving only a shell of what Synthia Smith was before. coughing, sputtering, and feeling like everything was going to end, she began to pray.

the sights

the sights amazed her. she didn't know that going back was going to be this life changing, this epic. green and blue were all she really saw. occasional houses, now and again, but the foliage and the history rang clear and true. the warmth enveloped her with something she hadn't felt for a long time: happiness. true bliss spread through her body and radiated into her soul, washing away her fears and pains, the negative energies, and the bad thoughts in her mind. she was home.


diary entry:
i had the chance to be innocent once again, to be myself. to go without the sarcastic remarks and to open my eyes to the things surrounding me. i got to see people as they truly were, and i didn't like what i saw for the most part. now i yearn, ache, and cry to go back home.