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Lost. Old. Forgotten. Wallpaper torn and burnt. Complete utter darkness, but a bright glow sat behind what human would have named a door. Name. I had always wanted a name. But I am not known as anything, I am not even known by anyone. Lost. Old. Forgotten. That was the closest I had ever came to having a name. Ashes layered on the floor drowning me. I remembered when I was proud and I had a beautiful sight before me. Gosh, I remember those days. Standing in his hands whilst he showed others of my castle, and he'd shout to his historians all about my purpose in life. I would protect them, and now these transparent walls protected me. So much laughter, so much glee. Even the pens and pencils could sense these kids' happiness; sunshine and rainbows filling the area with love. I pulsated as I remembered the heaviness of their hearts. Then I burned from the sudden loud silence, and then siren screams. Even I developed an ache. Before I could even figure out what had happened a think fog like substance wrapped itself around me. And I, only temporarily, suffocated. Everything was strong and everything was dark. I fell from my pedestal and fractured my frame, the drop was not as painful as it could have been, I landed on my bottom. Blinded by the darkness, everything that was once here was gone. Everything but me. Lost. Old. Forgotten. My flesh torn and burnt. Complete utter darkness, but a bright glow say behind what was once a door. So many had not came close to death, they had faced it. But, how could one die, if one did not live?