~Purple's POV~
"Mom!" I pounded hard on the glass wall that stoped me from reaching my mom. Tears slipped out of my eyes. My mom came to the glass and lay her hand on it. I placed my hand were hers was. A pair of white eyes burst into the corner of the room across the glass.
"MOM!!" I tried to warn her but was to late. The thing jumped on mom. Muffled screams could be heard from her. The room suddenly felt like air was being sucked out. My ears started to ring. "Mom-"
I pounded on the glass again but I couldn't stop the figure as it killed my mom once again. And again I was to weak to stop it. I fell to the ground and cried. Pain stabbed me as the tears fell. My eyes burned and my fists had started to bleed from my pounding. Once again I was left alone to deal with my pain and sorrow. I knew full well that it would drive me insane, but I couldn't stop it. Pain does as it pleases, and this case it was coming to darken my heart.
Early the next morning I awoke. My eyes were sore and my hand still hurt. My head also felt heavy from the tears. I sat up and stared at the wall. It felt as if I lack emotion. Nothing felt real and everything felt boring and un-interesting. My mouth fell open and a distraught scream creeped out. I had no clue how ear piercing it had been and didn't even realize that someone else had screamed at the same time as I had. I just closed my eyes again and fell back on my bed.
(PS the figure with glowing eyes represents death or the sickness Pink had that killed her)
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The Troubles With Trama (AvA/M Alan Becker Fanfiction, Prt 1)
غموض / إثارةBook 1 Yellow, red, and purple are known as the three who have PTSD. so what if I turn there Trama into a story... DONE 𝕃𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕤 have a good life, darlings!!
