There goes another person I couldn't save. Its futile how hard I try to help them, considering I have practically no experience in hiking.
I trek up a mountain I have been up before, but it seems so unfamiliar. I look behind me, an open coffin resting on the steep hill. They were there. I dragged the coffin up the mountain, giving it a tour of this trail I've been on so many times. My arms started to hurt. The coffin stayed open. I'm bad at tours. I looked back again. The coffin was closing. "Wait!" I cried desperately. "Please, just a little farther." The coffin was getting heavier. I struggled. "I need to go," the coffin whispered. I swallowed, the nails in my throat refused to go down. a tear flowed from the eye on my forehead. It blurred my vision. "Stay safe." I let go of it, watching the box tumble down the mountain. I couldn't feel anything. I watched the coffin fade out of sight. The eye on my forehead closed forever.
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May 2018
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