BEING REWRITTEN THIS IS THE OLD VERSION
You haven't learnt anything until you learn monsters have nightmares too.
Paint me as a villain and call me a monster but I am the architect of my own destruction and that will forever remain engraved inside m...
"Hey my precious" I ran into her arms, a huge smile on my face
"Mama, mama guess what happened today I-I figured out who stole the painting again" my 5 year old body tightened my arms around her neck
"I'm so proud of amore you amaze me everyday" she kissed my nose softly then my cheeks, chin and freckles
"But there's something you have to do for me okay" she pushed a strand of hair out of my face
"You have to remember" the weather turned rainy the sound of lightening echoing being heard in the distance as my clothes dripped with rain water "remember my precious always remember" images flashed through my head of fires and smoke, a painting fell down with huge words written in red in front of me
You have to remember
"Always and forever" the same voice of mama called
"Mama" I shouted "mama where are you, MAMA!" My five year old body spun around frantically
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Suddenly there was a change of scenery I was in my 12 year old body in our hangout "LILY!" I called giggling and running as she chased me with a paintbrush
"No!" Elijah squealed crashing into me and using me as a shield
"Lijah! I was going to get her I promise" Lily whined as blood started pouring out of her eyes
"You promised!" She screamed as Mr crowman walked up next to her
"you promised, where's my brother!" He screamed
Nik walked next to them and scoffed "I don't know why I even wanted to work with you, your useless"
I started shivering as it felt like the rooms temperature dropped 50 degrees
We were joined by Lucien "i just want my little girl back" slowly by slowly the whole family turned up as a huge explosion went off them in the middle of it as I just watched.
"Always and forever my precious"
I woke up panting.
The thoughts are accelerating inside my head. I want them to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will black out. My heart is hammering inside my chest like it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin.
I sprint to the toilet clutching the sink tightly, taking deep breaths to try and steady my breathing.
I ran my hands through my hair, the stinging sensation on the skin where the stitches are on my eye getting worse because of the saltiness of the tears.
"Remember what" my breaths came out in pants as I tried to figure out if these were memories I was dreaming about or just my subconscious.
I walked out the bathroom after delicately washing my face careful to avoid the stitches.
I sat on my bed with my sketchbook in hand and started sketching.
I sketched from 4:00 am to 6:00 am when tired to sleep again till 11:00 but was plagued with more nightmares. I got up and got ready for the day, deciding to occupy myself rather then acknowledge how I'm feeling.
I changed into this outfit since firstly it covered all of my injuries except for my eye one and secondly it was cute:
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