Started this last night:
So I’m losing everything. While I hate that, this idea came to me.
Do you ever feel like you lose things on purpose? That there was a reason why you can’t find something? Like a book, a phone, a computer, albums or even more?
I never thought of anything that way until last night. Last night I lost my necklace and went out looking for it. It was dark, I could barely see the ground even though I was using the flashlight app on my Ipod. I wouldn’t have done so but it was important to me. It held the ring my father had given my mother and my family pendant, a wolf and dragon wrapped around each other. It was so important to me, I had to find it even though it was dark. So I was outside looking.
I didn’t realize where I was going. I didn’t even look up because I was concentrating to much. I wish I had, maybe then I wouldn’t be as involved as I am now. Instead I looked up and saw him. I just stared for a couple of minutes before I was ripped away violently.