Coraline's eyes were filled with worry when she asked me why it all happened.
i didn't know the answer to any of her questions. so i stared blank, at the ceiling. the paint, white, like everything else in the hospital.
white walls, white sheets, white lies.
i counted the books on the shelves of the brown pre-historic bookcase.
i flipped one open, ignoring what the woman was asking me. i felt the paper gliding between my fingers.
although Coraline's constant blabbering was annoying, i wanted her to go on with it.
i was scared of silence.
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Memoir Of An Insane
Short StoryKayla is the definition of messed up. After the traumatic events in her life, she is admitted in a mental facility, where she begins writing a diary. There, she writes down her thoughts, emotions and life. ;contains diary entries, texts, events, p...
