1- Sticks.

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I will never like sticks. Even the ones in the garden make shivers churn up my body. The sticks are hard on your soft skin, and when you get the stick it stays with you for many moons. One of the dim girls has one, because she doesn't listen to the nurses.

I don't think she can hear them.

When you look at her and her stick you can see the pink of her skin, the purple of her bruises, the red of her blood.

I only got the stick once.

And I'll never get it again.

I couldn't make it out of my dream quick enough. Before I came to the 'home' I stayed in my dreams as long as I could, only leaving when my body started eating itself. But when I came to the ugly grey walls of the home, they expected change. The first night here was a bad one, the hood got to me before I could escape from my dream. I could feel his icy elongated fingers tear around my mouth.... then I woke to a shouting nurse, her glazed eyes glaring into mine. The nurses tied me up for 3 days before Dr Willow found out. That day they untied me, I heard many new words, some from the nurses mouth, and some from Dr Willow's. Luckily my dreams those few uncomfortable nights were good dreams. otherwise I wouldn't be able to move away from the hood.

That's why I don't like sticks.

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