The Chamber of Secrets

I remember standing in the woods on a cold fall night. Looking up at the storm ridden sky is the last thing I remember from when I was still alive. Everyone knows and everyone remembers, But no one would ever dare to recall those cold dark chambers. Locked up for so long without a breath of fresh air, I knew it was time for me to stop being so scared. I escaped from that place and ran as far as I could until all I could do was stand there. In the dead of night, In the middle of fall, Looking up in the sky trying to catch my breath, I was taken again. This time not to the chambers, But all the way to my death.