4 years. 4 long, lonely, and cold years. I've been in this very room. Curled up in the corner. I don't scream. I don't cry. I don't talk. Because I can't. My vocal cords are gone. Ripped out. I'm 14. I am starved. I'm left alone in this room. Only let out to roam a room that has blood on the wall.
Then the door opens. The nurse walks in. I bring my knees closer to my mouth. She walks over to me and kneels in front of me. I look up and see white glowing eyes meet my light blue ones.
"The doctor says you can stay out of this room now. You don't have to stay in here anymore"
She's always trying to be nice to me. I don't know why. 'Why are they letting me live? Why won't they kill me already? I'm in misery can't you see!! Kill me!' I want to tell her this but I can't.
I stay sitting until she gets up and offers me her hand. I slowly take it and stand up. I walk out and into the room with blood on the wall. I run my finger tips on the dry blood. I can feel the children's pain. The agony. 'I'm so sorry'.
Tears stream down my face. Silent tears. No one can hear my silent cry.
I remember why I'm in here. I remember the screaming the crying of the poor family that I ruined. Forgive me. I don't deserve my life. Take it away from me.
Because I took your lives
Ello guys!!! It's me Andy!!! I'm a girl for those of you who didn't read my bio. Anyway there will be a part 2. I left it at this. There might be a part 3 who knows. I think it sucked but that's me. I don't know what you guys thing. Well I hope you have the most wonderfully awesome day ever!!!
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رعبMommy sent me to a creepy place because I threw her glass vase that had grandpa in it. A creepy lady in a nurse outfit took me to a room. She locks me in there. With her. She ask me why I'm there. I told her what happened and asked her where I was. ...
