I was taken. Taken to a hospital. They found out. They told me to eat. They gave me food. I'm hungry, but I couldn't eat. I did. I couldn't get up to vomit my feelings and thoughts into the bin. My mom cried. She blamed me. Blame. They took her away. She screamed. I used to scream like that, when I was little. When I was happy. I used to be happy. I changed. It all changed. They wrapped my arms. The bandages were red like the balloons my family put around the house during parties. Parties are for happy people. I don't go to parties. I'm unhappy. I'm never happy, anyways. Always unhappy.
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Finally Broken
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThe noises used to make me feel happy. Happiness is nostalgic to me, and now the noises sound like screams, bombs being set off right next to me. Cries of pain, sobbing. Then, silence. The silence hurts the most, and then I feel numb. I feel no pain...
