' When Morgan spotted the letter that littered her bedroom floor, her wish of vanishing was suddenly deemed possible.
In a household whose air is littered with anger and sharp blades disguised as words, your once-kind heart grows heavy. In an attemp...
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My frantic steps echo throughout the house, stomping on the stairs like a madman.
I can hear my mother's voice yelling after me, her words sharp as blades thrown at me like they were nothing. "Don't you ever disrespect me like that! Who do you think you are?" Her harsh voice sends waves of anger crashing through my body.
Slamming my door, I pace around my room, trying to ground myself. How dare she speak to me about disrespect? Am I not my mother's child, after all? Even with the door closed, my thoughts struggle to distract me, but I can still faintly hear her scoffs and complaints directed at my father.
"I can't live with her anymore! She's barely turned eleven, and yet she's already so—UGH! She's just like her! I can't stand seeing her face; I just... think of HER! That... WITCH!"
"As if she was unprovoked, Annie!" my father's voice grounds me, and I finally let out a breath of relief. "Do you not remember how hard it was for you to get used to this town? Give my girl a break!"
"Your girl? I'm your girl, Rodrick! You're supposed to be on my side! I did nothing wrong; she should be the one begging for my forgiveness, not me!"
"Of course she's my girl! You're always picking fights, you—"
Prying my ear from the door, tears blur my vision as I hurriedly make my way to my bed, wrapping myself in my blanket. As I cry silently, a sudden flash of light catches my attention. I sniffle and sit up, looking out the window beside my bed. Opening it, I notice a few comets streaking by, a shower of light gracing my dark room.
Wishing stars... I'm not a child anymore. I don't believe in wishing on stars. But as I idly stare at the array of colors, I find myself bringing my hands together, clasping them tightly before closing my eyes. I whisper to no one, hoping that the traveling stars will carry my words away, so at least they can escape this hell I find myself living in.
"Take me somewhere new. Somewhere I could be myself. Somewhere no one will ever find me! I wish I could disappear from here..."
A cool breeze wraps around me. Shivering, I pull my blanket tighter and lay back down, leaving the window open.
As I drift off to sleep, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees takes on an almost melodic quality, lulling me to rest. Just like magic.
But magic wasn't real, and the wish wouldn't come true. Right?
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．
"Wake up, Morgan! Stop being lazy!" My mother's voice booms through my room as she bangs on my door.
"Alright! Quit the banging already!" I find myself yelling back, as if on instinct. Like every other day.
I always end up yelling, whether it's at my mother or at myself. I don't wish to be angry. I just am. And no matter how hard I try to calm myself, this dark presence always finds its way back to me, latching onto my back like a puppeteer holding its doll by thin strings.
