I could feel it. Everything in that music reminded me of what I had just lost: it was strange but captivating, their effect on me produced a trail of melancholy and loneliness, however, I couldn’t do nothing to escape from it. I had already been chosen.
The next morning I woke up without any idea of where I was. It wasn’t my home, no. That place brought me memories that tormented me. I had run away from there trying to get my past behind me, but I hadn’t succeeded at all. I remembered everything that happened the night before: the faces, the crying, the frightening screaming, the melody. The worst was over... or was just begining
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