The last thing I remembered before I left was an old picture of someone. I-I didn't know what to think, but to think he never existed. I dream of things amazing and they come true the next day, but since the accident, I-I....well, nothing comes true anymore. Happiness is just a word for me and depression is what I am. Well, Depressed, but I still kept the picture and placed it someone hidden in my top right drawer, in a crystal jewelry box that plays a soft lullaby everytime someone opens it, but the box is under some of my clothes so no one finds it, but if someone does, I would like to know who it is and know more about him.
I really want to know who he is because, he always appears in my dream almost like traveling back in time, reviewing his past or something and some of it is quite frightening. So, ummm..I think he was either a good guy or a bad guy. I really hope he wasn't a bad guy cause, if I run into him. I'm going to run for my life and hide somewhere in my room. Lol.
