Amazing Wierdo's discussion

Okay peoples, please only comment bits you want to add on! anything else you want to say please keep it in the conversations thread please!!!!!!!
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White. Soft… real. I'm free. But how so bitter-sweet? My sweet Addie, I'll miss you, but I am free. I am no longer trapped within the words of the author, the imagination of the readers. This is real. I am real.

The white fades and I am standing in front of the building I called home for the brief period of infinity I was in the book. It's different in real life. It's more…. Dull. The trees are sick and lonely, the glass windows smudged with fingerprints, the green lush grass I imagined is slowly wilting to brown. Bitter-sweet indeed.

The weirdest part is that I remember… I remember my life before the book . My current life. I am Jake. I am alive and well and ...alone.

i wish i did know. oh how i miss my addie. i make my way down the desolate street, the morning fog only just reaching for the skies, making my way home. at least i assume im going home, my feet carry me forward with no instuctionsw from myself.

(oh my god yes!!!!!!!!)

(yes!!!!!!!!)

the minutes tick by and i find myself at the entrance to a hospital, my feet continue their endless walking with no instruction from my brain what so ever. i am carried to the elevator and up two floors, i begin to regain control over my movements as i stumble outside a door. i feel a pull.. no.. more like a tug for me to follow into the room, its to dark to see through the window but as i slowly enter the room and my eyes adjust i become aware of the two bodies resinding in the cramped disinfectent smelling room.
Taking a few steps closer i notice a boyish figure laying on the bed , unmoving, a girl sits in the bedside chair oulled up to the side of said bed, shes asleep her hair spread out just so whilst her hand is latched onto the boys.

(what do you reckon? i know spelling and grammar aint that good but meh)

I start to shake. I feel like I shouldn't be here, like I'm interrupting a personal moment. But this is me. This is my moment. Right?

((I'm going to bring this back!))

Payton wrote: "(Have you read my story yet?? Oooo actually don't, I can only imagine how bad it is!XD)"

(No, but I randomly add to people's stories. Can you send me the link?)

Thnx

I stare at Addie. She looks so pretty, even under the harsh hospital lighting. What am I doing here? What is she doing here? Why is she crying?