As I lay dying, I thought to myself, “Why? Why did I do this?” I was lying on my bedroom floor, dying from an overdose of heroin, the needles cast around the room.
“Why did I ever start down that road?”
I hear faintly, “Because you never knew how great you truly would have been.”
A faintly glowing figure, animalistic in form, faded into view. It looked almost regal, with a tiara on its dark blue head. It almost looked like a horse, but it had wings like a pegasus, and a horn like a unicorn.
“Hello, my Faithful One. We have been watching you for many a year, and we have been disappointed in what we see.”
I stare at the intruder in my home and realize that it was a She
“Ma’am, I am… sorry, but I…”
I blacked out…