Bloody Walls

Mushroom Walls

I was left alone a lot though.

You only came on days when it was cloudy, or at night.

I liked those times the best. You didn't poke needles into me, you didn't ask me the same questions over and over again. Most of the time you just sat there.

Somtimes you would tell me things. Like what day it was, even though it didn't matter to me.

Other times you would bring in a book with pitures and read to me.

I think you knew that I couldn't read by now.

Most of the books you read to me were about princesses, and castles, or forest animals.

One time I asked why the princesses said that they wanted to marry the princes.

You replied that it was because the princes rescued them from the dragon, so the only way they could think to show their gratitude was by marrying them, and to marry a person, you needed to love them.

I didn't say anything to that, because in a way, you saved me. Took me away from the bloody house, and keeps the stains on the walls away while you were there.

After you started reading to me, somtimes you would take me outside of my room.

We would walk past the blood stained halls, and red splatterd stairwells, to a room filled with books.

I asked what color the walls were. (The blood here was thinner than usual, but I still couldn't tell.) You looked surprised by that, but said that they were mushroom. I call it the Mushroom room now.

When you take me down to the Mushroom room, you always tell me to pick out a book. After I chose one, usually one on the lower shelves, because they keep the books with pictures there, I give it to you and you read it to me.

There are a lot of different storys in the mushroom room.

Other times you take me outside. Those are the only times I see you when it isn't foggy or dark.

At first you took me to the river, but I didn't like it. I think you noticed. Since then you took me into the forest. I like it.

When we were in the forest you would find a tree to sit under and watch me as I find a tree to climb.

I liked climbing the trees, if I climbed high enough, I could see for a long distance. I could see past the building I now lived in, and all the way to the horizon.

I only liked the forest because you were there though, if you weren't there I couldn't climb the trees because they were coverd in blood too. Somtimes I get tired of all the blood.

Only somtimes though.