Chapter one hundred and twenty five

I felt the dragon stone on my neck, agree with every thought that filled my head. Every grave nearing thinking that would dig up my grave, and bury me in it, and all the necklace could do was confirmed my thoughts, turning my horrible nightmare to reality. Each day, I see myself get closer and closer to my end. It was never a pretty sight.

Four long weeks gone now still with no word from my sister, Tara. She was closer to death than I was. But I'd defeated the monster that took her away from me. Why was she still so far away? Why wasn't she with me. I blinked back the hurtful tear that crushed my soul to pieces, my hands on my chest, squeezing my cloths hard with the motive of keeping my heart from falling right out from my body. It hurts too much. It was similar to the feeling of walking down a long, dark corridor. Never knowing when the light will go on. Or if the light would even ever go on. Just like living in hell.