Empty Walls all Filled with LOVE

                                    

                                          
                  
                          
I woke up in the recliner chair... I had made this place my home, but now it was time to leave. To be honest my only desire was to fall back asleep and never wake up. I started to explore more... going down a staircase that I hadn't checked. It was a long purple corridor... the only door was huge... with a symbol I didn't quite understand. At the foot of the door was a pair of clothes. I touched them feeling a world pool of emotions. I noticed a bunch of ashes that seemed to be in the clothing... this is evidence of her dead body. I walked back and grabbed a mason jar. I scoped up many of the ashes and put them in the jar. I knew all the other people from my dream... might of met the same fate. I grabbed six more jars I also grabbed a marker. I scribbled Toriel on the jar and shed a single tear on the ashes I wasn't able to pick up. The feeling that I was leaving some of her behind wouldn't go away... but there was nothing that could be done. I put the jar in my bag and opened the intimidating door. The outside of the door was cold... I only had my flimsy jacket to keep me warm. I struggled to get pass stepping on a stick, which sent me jumping. I would have been relived if someone where behind me. After a short time of walking I went to what seemed to be a store. I grabbed some food and slowly walked to the next place it seemed to be a hotel. I thought about resting there, but something pulled me away. It was the old cottage from my dreams. I twisted the doorknob it was unlocked. This place was exactly like my dream. I journeyed up stairs and checked sans door... it was unlocked. 'If I could guess how this whole house looked... how come this was the only place my brain cut off' the room was messy. The only thing healthy about it is the treadmill in the middle of the room. I shut the door I let myself warm up. My frozen cheeks had become numb. I let myself fall on the couch "OW!" I said as my head hit something hard... the cushions where on top of a lot of loose change. 'Why couldn't my life be like my dreams?' I thought still lying on the hard sofa. I sighed wondering why I was the only one left. How come all my friends are dead? What did I do to deserve to live when they're all dead? My mind chased for answers, but none came. Nothing can logically explain why... or how. The tears finally come, and I felt peaceful. The tears made me fell relieved. Never had I thought that crying would make me feel so human. I missed noise... The quietness of the underground made me feel uneasy. I let out a sigh sitting up and walking over to the kitchen. I open the drawer and smiled at the fork, and then my gaze switched over to a knife. This was going to hurt... but it's better then constant pain. I almost yelled as the blade pierced my skin cutting deep into the veins in my wrist. As I watched the blood drip I walked to the next place, which seemed to be a bar. 'A drink before dying... it sounds nice' I thought opening the door. That's when I noticed... sans' jacket with Papyrus' scarf thrown on it. The tears really came now. I wrapped myself in his jacket. Putting Papyrus' scarf on around my neck. I held it close to my face. My blood dripped onto the jacket. My mind became fuzzy. This is death... I smiled at the realization that everything would be okay. 
                          
YOU CAN'T GIVE UP JUST YET... LILLYPAD! STAY DETERMINED...