they let me out.
its pretty cold outside, i haven't been in contact with the fresh air for a while now.my dad picks me up.
he asks if i'm feeling fine and tells about the time we went to the winter fair.
i was five back then, i don't see if this was relevant.
he probably wants to make small talk without asking if i'm going to try something new.as we park in the driveway, i can see my brother standing on the porch, waving at us in great happiness.
i run and welcome his warm hug.
i look into his eyes and continue with a lie.
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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...