What would have happened if I turned left instead of right? Or if I had gone straight? Would I be laying on the cold, unforgiving ground if I had chosen another path? All these questions, but it is too late to change the past. My body has already been thrown out of the one thing I trust while going from one place to another, by a man who sits and stares at me while on the phone with people who are meant to save me. As he sits there the pain in my body begins to fade and I begin to fall into a slumber from which I will never wake. However, just as I am about to dream of a better place, someone forcefully shakes me awake while pointing the sun in my face. My vision has faded and all these faces begin to blur out like a painting that got caught in the rain. These blurs try to keep me from my angels, but it is too late, I can hear them whispering my name, telling me to go into the light. In the distance there are sirens who try keep me from listening to my angels, coming closer and closer, but it is too late. I am already dancing in the clouds with an angel by my side.

What if…