Her home is quiet and silent as she stands alone at the center. Silent tears stream down as she falls to the ground, weak and broken. Her body shakes as sobs rip through her body. Glass falls and shatter like the girl herself as she lets out screams of pain and agony. She shouts over and over again, "Wasn't I enough?!" The walls of her house turn black and windows disappear. The air is dense and cold. She laid on the ground, eyes cold and body unmoving. Her eyes follow the movement of the walls as they swallow the only entrance and exit she had left. The house shook again and again as holes formed in the walls around her. Faces she had once love appeared in each hole. She broke down in sobs again as she knew she would never heal her 'home'.
A/n
Can you tell me what's the meaning behind my story? If you can, one of your ideas will be raffled to be used for the next one.
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