[you eyes, slowly opened after being scrunched shut for what felt like a eternity… you slowly touch your head, a sharp pain coming from it, and blood stains your finger tips…yet… something told you was it yours… yours?…your?…who is your?…who are you?..where are you… you looked up to see what looked to be ruins of a small town… houses with chipped & faded paint slowly, falling off due to the wind… no I was there you were sure of it, yet you could hear whispers… were they in your head or outside?.. you couldn’t tell… you looked to your left and saw a large wooden house… it didn’t look like any of the other houses, though its paint was faded, it was completely gray… it looked strangely dusty unlike the well kept, yet abandoned looking houses…and on the steps of the house lied to silver slippers…]