I'd lie to myself that rubber ducks can fly
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Monday, August 24, 2009
Week 25, She Left.
Not far away, a conflagaration broke out. I rushed there as far as I could. The direction of the smoke seems to be coming from my apartment. The situation was hectic, people shouting and crying for their loved ones. My brain stopped functioning. It must be them, the people chasing after me day after day. They are ruthless, commiting arson in my estate, to my home! I might owe them money, but they should have been more patient. I plunged out towards the rescue team. I had left my grandmother alone at home. I was impatient, scared, in deep rue. If only I had not tried my luck in the stock market, my life would not be spiralling downwards towards doom. I was foolish, did not know any better. I innocently pawned my years of hoarded money into buying shares and venturing out into the stock market. As I prayed hard for her to be alright, a corpse was being carried out. The deceased's face was unrecognisable from the burns and the scars. I shivered in horror and buried my face into my palms in devastation. I knew it was my grandmother. Her pendant was still hanging loosely on her neck. I erupted in tears. With watery eyes and trembling hands, I lunged towards her to give her my last hug. At this moment, I felt dizzy. I saw my life turn into deloris as people stared at me. I saw nothing but black.