As he laughs maniacally, I cower in fear. He always laughs before he hits me. He finishes his previous action and slowly walks over to me. His boots making the boards creak under his weight. I prepare for the worst, but the worst has yet to come. He grabs something that was over the fire place, he pulls the vase out for me to see. He tosses it in his hands to check the weight. He looks me in the eyes and mutter something to himself, he called me a waste of time and starts to walk away, but not before turning around and smashing the vase over my head. I cringed on impact, as he sees my reaction, he continues to stare at me. Something flashed in his eyes, it cause him to tear up. All emoting drained from his face and he grabbed my hair. As he pulled me up the stairs, making sure my head hit every step, he opened the closet door and threw me into the hangers. As he closes the door, he takes out a key and locks the door. Blocking my only exit. As I hear the click of boots down the hallway, I search the boxes that have been in here every time if been locked away. The last box held a can of soup, dead flowers, water, blankets, and a pocket knife. As I take in my options.
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The Dying Beauty
RomanceAs it once had its beauty as it lived, it preserves it under the fallen petals. Just remember what once was there, picture it the same as it once was. After you look, you cannot live more than twelve hours. The deadly curse of the cuveas had been p...
