"Momma, momma, help me." I cried with all my 11 year old heart
I cried and cried and cried at Roberts' large hands traveled down my torso, down to the area were no one had ever touched, where no one was supposed to touch. "Just be quiet Annora."
But I couldn't and he just kept touching me harder and harder. I just wanted him to stop. "STOP" I yelled
And before I knew it he was on fire. Fire everywhere, coating his pale skin, turning it alabaster red on his clothes, everywhere. My mother rushed in, probably smelling the smoke and yelled. Her large brown eyes widened in horror as she thought I'd caused this, seeing as I was standing over my stepfather's body. But I didn't do it, did I?
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Sweet Madness
FantasyThe impossible is all around us and in everything we see, feel... everything we do.All we have to do is look a little less, because the harder you look, the less you truly see.
