Ok he's some of the second chapter, which I wrote today -_-
Here ya go
Pardon
I open my eyes a second time to find that night still dominates the sky. My window beside me holds a beautiful view of the moon, in all its evanescent glory. I have to look up to the moon, as my bed is on the floor. A small lamp is beside me.
It seems as the moon is taunting me, saying that I will never reach that high. Whenever I think about it, maybe I like it down here,
I start to think of the dream I just had. Was it a dream? I cannot decipher what is false anymore. I try to elude these thoughts, but they keep returning to me. The man said that the weapon was his true form. What did he mean by that? My mind starts to wrap around that idea, something about it is attracting my attention.
I move my right arm to try to list myself up, but it feels different. My fingers grace a smooth bar that hangs in front of my hand. I cannot believe what I‘m feeling; I have to see it for myself. I swiftly pull off the covers with my left hand. I see that the weapon in my dream covers my right arm. I can see and feel every little detail to it. I sit up, hoping to get a better look at it. My left arm graces the surface. I cannot describe what it feels like. The texture feels…like bone.
I notice that it does not feel as right as in my dream. It grasps my arm firmly, but still feels odd. I turn on my little lamp that sits beside my bed. I can see the dull grey color of it. This only reaffirms the bone feeling to it. A silent fear creeps up on me. Is this really made of bone? If so, are they human bones?
As my mind wanders off, I am brought back by a faint noise outside. It sounds like a low pitch hum, it is something I have never heard before, and frankly, I am afraid to find out what it is.
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