"NO!" I yelled, tears rolling down my face.
I was trapped inside a box of some sort and confused out of my mind.
Some walls were transparent and others were mirrors. My sweat covered face looked back at me, hair plastered to my forehead and my clothes were a tethered mess of lose strands and holes.
Through the transparent walls I could see a girl and a fire. She had just lit it, and I was trapped.
She picked up the picture of my parents and I, my most prized pocession, and looked at it. Then she looked at me with sympathy, as if remembering her troubled years as an orphan as well.
Then she ripped the picture in half with a devious grin.
"Oops." She said innocently with a laugh and threw the halves into the open fire and left.
I collasped to my knees without noticing the pain that shocked through me. My heart that was already worn and broken from such loneliness and heartache, my heart that seemd immune to such sadness and vulneriability from years of pushing through it all,
shattered.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
