Putain

MINE

Imagine this. It is 3am and you wake up. No, you did not have a bad dream. Neither were you interrupted by an abrupt noise. You we just halted out of your sleep. 

After a few seconds of inspecting your room to reassure everything is in the proper order, you slide back down under you blanket and try to get comfortable again. You toss and turn, looking for that just right angle. You cannot find it. 

Suddenly, you are hungry. You decide to get some food. A midnight snack you call it. So you slip out of bed in a huff and struggle to find you slippers. The slightly crooked ones with the dirty mouth. You squeeze your frosty feet into your slippers feeling to lazy to reach down and slide them on. 

Feeling satisfied, you make your way down to the kitchen. You are careful as to not wake your parents because believe it or not, they will not admire your ability to be uncommonly hungry. Especially not at this hour. 

Thankfully, you make it to the kitchen without facing the wrath of your family and decide you want pizza. Your in the mood for something hot so you will have to put the microwave to use. You do not notice your living room door wide open, or the frigid air blowing in. You are only focused on you consistent appetite. The hum of the microwave drowns out the creak coming from the basement. 

As you turn to retrieve you pizza, you see a man in black hefting your sleeping parents into a crate. Around him are many dressed in a similar fashion. Startled, you drop your pizza which will now be what you remember as the worst of your night. You turn to scream when you are cut off by a silky whisper. 

"Hush darling."

This is the situation in which we leave our main character. May things look better for her on the next.

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Hi, 

I have decided to write a new book. It may seem unnecessarily dramatic now, but all things have a purpose. I hope you love it. 

Please follow for new chapter updates and I will try to always update every Monday and Wednesday.

-greenamerica