Hush Little Baby.

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The eyes follow
At a steady pace.

The asylum holds
A shuttering chill.

Walls being stripped of,
Their haunted masks to allow the eyes,
An everlasting life.

In the darkness we are all the same
Only some laugh, while others scream.

Radley.

Radley was the darkness.

It wasn't just the fact that mommy left me there, it was a nightmare.

A nightmare that i couldn't get up from.

But awhile i realized something.....

"If u can't wake up from a nightmare
Maybe you're not sleeping" .

Every single day was like the other.

I wake up from a bad nightmare....

That lady "Marion" they called her Mrs. Cavanaugh, her husband must be lucky to have her.

She was my nurse,
She comforted me,

Literally she was the mother I never had.

She used to read "Alice in Wonderland",
It was my favorite.

By the time she closes the book, she looks at me with her beautiful blue eyes saying....

"Good night darling".

Never loved someone like i loved her.

She was the mother i never had.

But i guess life had to move on!!

I Spent years and years in Radley.....

Getting called silly names by the visitors, most of them just wanted a good reputation.

They wanted people to say "They're good, they even visited that crazy people sanitarium"

to be honest we weren't the crazy people in Rosewood.
They were

Human beings, we have dark sides we have dark issues in our lives. To progress anywhere in your life, you have to face your demons.

They only difference is we tried to face them. They didnt.

If you're asking by the time you read this "Did she have friends to make her cheer up"?

Then I'll respond saying "Yes, yes i did"

Actually not the type of friends that you're imagining......

We were all in the same game
Just Different levels

Dealing with the same hell
Just Different devils

That's the whole point of Radley Darling. Even if you tried to cheer up a friend, everything held you back. Your demons held you back.

But yes i had friends

Let's start with the most important of them all

"him"

He called himself "A"

"A" for......
He didn't tell me back then why
Being mysterious was his thing...

Like being creepy was mine.

Blonde hair,
Blue eyes,
Crazy smart.

"A" didn't talk alot, but when he did

he always talked about that girl.

what was her name again?

Yah, Alison

And he said that she had a posey or something, i dont know

He said that she was his sister,

but no one actually believed him, well no one visited him except of the rich lady
I think it was his mom

and his aunt

But most of the time Cha......"A" sat in his room, played with dolls.

These same old 5 dolls he had.....

Anyways,

There was alot of people in Radley....

We'll get to the rest of the important people when it's the right time

Alot of secrets....
Alot of stories....
Stories that you'll never enjoy them

Just like mine....

I don't want to remember it
This place is dead to me....

"But what's dead in your mind
Is never dead in your soul"

That place never even left my mind.

I'm 21 now,

And i didn't wake up from the nightmare yet.

But I'm out, I'm finally out

Even though Radley days were over, but my illness wasn't.

Till now i never admitted that i killed someone.

I believe in payback too.

And if i didn't kill him he was going to die anyways,
I was just a tool sent from god to do it.

But that wasn't the reason i was ill

Radley didn't do anything....
Except making me depressed.

Yes, Marion comforted me but alot other didn't.

Wow! Why am i even remembering this now, im out

I'm finally out.

I'm free.

I can go anywhere.

Anywhere?
I don't even have a house......

I didn't go to school, and barely know how to read.

He ruined my life.
It's like he's still here
he's still trying to take my life.

He was the damn reason that i went to Radley

How can he do it?
He's immortal.

The only place that i knew was my old house....
When i lived with mommy...
Guess I'll have to go there. Going back to where it started. The crime scene.

Memorizing the adress was really hard, but here am i.....

Everything was coming back to my mind in flashbacks, blood, crying and..... and what?

I'm remembering everything but not knowing anything.....

This neighborhood.

I need to ask someone.....

It didn't take a minute and a cop came to me

"Who are you?" He said

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