He cocked a brow. "Well, what did you exactly see Anna? Because every time others and I talk to you, its a different terrifyingly intoxicating theme." Mr.Malivins voice went hoarse for a slight second as he tried to prepare himself for what I might say next. Except, the description was out of terms. I also could not put the sight into words that were easily understandable. i looked down not knowing if i should open up and talk about my mother's stories yet again, only to be misheard. I mean, how could i ever explain it? And if i did, who the hell am i to believe that THEY would believe me.
"its not worth repeating again, let alone trying to put the pictures into words. Explaining things that others can't comprehend is a misuse of breath, A waste of time and a waist of thoughts. By doing that, the only thing that could be clarified is how oblivious people can be to other's certainty let alone reality."
"Well, without that wasted breath we'd miss out on what could be a great understanding. And if you don't explain to me what's been haunting you all these years, there will be no solution." He softly explained.
I thought for a minute. But did i want a solution? I mean, I've spent three years without one, so you could say i've grown pretty accustomed to the nightmares 'if you would even call them that.' What impact could a solution have anyways? I'd still remember the screams, and the whispers that like to sneak there way into my thoughts, leaving me afraid to think.
"I don't know." I blurted.
"You don't know what Anna?" He retorted.
"I don't know if i deserve a solution, Mr. Malivins."
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Teen Fiction"I just want to wright myself up a world...and live in it." an eternity in this old dull room and still, that's all Katherine has to say about it. All she has to say about the accident. the miss hap's. the heart breaks. The tear's that revived thems...
