It's dark. It's raining. It's cold. I've never felt this insane wave of emotions before. Mom, Dad, they're gone. I've lost them. I'm alone. Do I go to Aunt May's? No, she won't believe me, much less want me there. I don't think I can really go anywhere. I'm stuck in this cold, dark house with nothing but some leftover dinners, a television that always turns to static, and all of my old toys from when I was a child. I don't think I can even bring myself to eat the dinners; Mom made those. I may have helped her but she did most of the work. I'm not sure how to feel. I'm too sad to move from my slumped position on the living room floor, yet I'm frustrated enough to punch through the wall. Is this grief? Is this what everyone means when they speak of grieving? I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything right now; there's too much to think about. All I really know is that I'm alone. There is only me in this cold, soulless room. I am alone.
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Can't Escape.
FantasyShortly after the death of her mother and father, 16 year old Rebecca finds herself searching for a treasure that could fix all of her problems. Alongside of her is Iris and Axel, two.. people.. that have very different attitudes and opinions. She d...
