As you sit there watching your fragile mother paint your wall yet another color, you remember when you could do better. You remember your long, pale fingers wrapping around a paint brush and letting your hand glide its way across the canvas. You can't do that anymore. You avert your eyes from your concentrated mother to the window, seeing the sunset over the woods. The woods across the road. The road ... you make yourself remember that you're not out there anymore and that you're okay now, but you cant help but be scared. You try your hardest to keep the tears in.
"Corrine, sweetie I finished the last coat of paint. Do you like it?" You look over to your desperate mother and see a wall that was once blue, but is now orange. You nod your head. Your mother leaves the room soon after that. You wish you could say something, but you just can't. You can't say anything. You don't want to find the words. You don't want to talk about the nightmares. You decide to go back to sleep. You need something to distract you from your thoughts.
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And Then One Day
Short StoryA girl stuck in her mind. Stuck in her wheel chair. Life is dull for Corrine after the accident. Until one day... Walk through Corrine's emotions in a second person point of view. This story was made as a class project and I was told by many classma...
