Silence continues to linger around me, even after crying out for anyone to respond to me here. The feeling of loneliness is starting to creep up on me as well.
Why would I care about being lonely now? I guess dying can have that affect on anyone.
I don't think people want to die alone, but maybe I'm completely wrong and it isn't a bad thing. Dying alone in this strange pit of hell, after everything I went through.
"You don't really believe that," A Woman's voice speaks up.
I quickly begin to look around for the source of this voice, but before I can find it... A warm embrace is all I feel.
"You asked what your purpose is before, I think you know the answer to that," She says while holding onto me.
The voice is so familiar, yet I can't seem to figure out who it is that I'm hearing. I don't understand anything anymore.
"So my sweet boy, head back to those who need you," She speaks with a soft tone.
