The Puppet Master

November 21st

Words cannot describe the horrors I have faced today.
The words of the newsreader followed by the phone call still haunt me. They're echoing in my mind.
I can still feel Daniel's arms around me as I fell apart on his office floor, blood dripping off my skin.
Why am I cursed to feel everything so deeply? Where's the point when we all become dust anyway?
I'll tell you the point; to make a change. Even if it is the tiniest change of all, I will make a change.

Notes

-TheBunnyRegimeQueen
Sorry it's so short, I have Exams. :(((