Posted on: 2015-07-03 by Guest

can't remember entirely, but I do remember being a spectator, watching a couple walk on a beach, it was very romantic. It was at night, the moonlit grass beneath them smimmering a beautiful blue. The man was called Hero, I can't recall the woman's name. Everything went black as I must have grown bored and fell asleep in my dream; I woke up after an unknown amount of time hearing the woman from before screaming 'Help! Help!' Everything was still pitch black, nothing was visible. 'I'm not the only one down here!' She continued screaming. Time skipped forward about a month later, the screams had stopped. Everything had lit up instantly and the woman was there, dead. She had an unnaturally wide smile as she had a dislocated jaw from biting the rock behind her, blood was also on the rock because she was scratching help me onto the rock but her fingers worn to a stump and were bleeding intensely. She had clearly gone insane through the lost hope. Her death was the lack of food, evident in her grusome skinny body. But the worst part was the scribbles on her eyes, as if someone had drawn on a photo of this image. I was forced to stare at this for minutes.