Opening the door with utter precaution, she stepped outside entering the bathroom tarnished she'd clean it but something stopped her internally, perhaps she lacked the willpower. The hallway felt long and winding it had a rouge tattered carpet fraying at the edges which coherently blended with the wooded beams over her, it used to be remarkable yet she herself had played a part in its ultimate decline.
The bathroom was renovated when she was youthful unknowing to all the troubles inhabiting the world, the stench of her innocence back then made her uneasy; as well as the bathroom giving her a similar feeling.
Her room was placed directly alongside the bathroom, with the boiler being in a coffin sized room near the bathroom also. The bathroom was laced in cobwebs it used to be the purest white, yet as time passed it faded to an off putting murky yellow. The house was due an intense renovation but she lacked the funding to provide the spike of youth the decrepit house needed.
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fuchsia
Short StoryYou shall not hear her name, only her struggles combatting deep rooted struggles in her life. She decides to try and seek help.
