Fake It for Me, Baby

November First

They found out that I could talk.

Yet I was still paralyzed.

I would scream out into the night, as the fire licked my skin.

I could feel the pain of every dying soul, and the pain of those grieving.

"Come on sweetheart, just open your eyes."

They all cooed out to me.

Nothing worked.

Would I be forced to stay in this hell forever?

God? If you're there, please, help me.

Please.