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Maria sat at the end of her mother's bed, watching her buggy eyes stare at the strand of hair she was twirling. Maria played with her own long, dirty blonde locks. She listened to her mother's inaudible gibberish, but also listening to her thoughts. She knew where to look. Her mom always said "follow your heart to my heart," so she always used her own heart to guide herself through her mother's jumbled thoughts. She imagined she was small, walking through the halls of her mother's conscious. She knew which doors were locked, and knew not to enter them. Sometimes she went anyways, and she saw beautiful things. Like forests and sunshine, or men taller than the sky. She liked to stay and talk or sit in the limb of a tree. Sometimes she could even fly.
All of a sudden the hall began shaking. She didn't know where to go. The doors all sprung open and she ran into the closest one. She regretted her decision. The room had terrible things. Things that have, are, and will happen. She saw things that would scar her. Things she never knew possible. So much hate and pain. She wanted to cry, but the room around her began collapsing around her. She ran faster and faster until she flew. She flew out and back down where she came. When she was back in her own body, she saw the most terrible thing. Her mother's blank expression. Still, unbreathing chest. And she screamed. So loud that for a moment, time and space stood still. And all that mattered was that her mother was dead.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Baby Girl- A Supernatural Fanfiction
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