Run. You have to run. I told myself, you have to find her before it's too late! I sprinted down the dark corridors only slowing to turn at the sharp corners. All I could hear was the drum of my heart in my ears and the echoing noise of my stamping feet rickoshaying off the walls, growing fainter as it travelled into the ebony darkness in front of me. It felt like hours were passing, or maybe only seconds, I couldn't tell. I started to worry that I was travelling in circles as every wall, every corner every long, dark corridor seemed the same. This stupid never ending labyrinth. I thought to myself, but I have to find her. I stopped bent down to catch my breath. My breathing was raspy and uneven but I still managed to yell 'Grandma'. Then I waited for any kind of reply, the silence was deafening. After minutes of nothing a wave of pain hit my straight in the chest, I staggered backwards as I realised the truth. She was gone and she wasn't coming back, ever!

I few weeks ago my grandma died and I wrote this,