"People never change," mum muttered into my crumpled hair, placing a soft kiss on my scalp. My eyes were red and puffy but she didn't seem to mind. The clock ticked quitely in the background announcing our every second. I angrily smashed the photo frame to the ground that once sat perched upon my desk. "He told me he had changed!" I wasn't upset, I was raging. I didn't know how to express my true feelings but anger sure seemed to help. He lied, he lied, he lied; I continuously repeated in my head as my mother sat back quietly watching me as I tore apart every photo of us; ruining my lovely collage upon my wall in the process.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
