"Shut up in there!" said a man voice. I woke up, "It was just a dream, It was just a dream!" I repeated that to myself again and again. Of course I should be used to that dream considering I haven't had a different one since I was 7. I have been here ever since, some people call it a helpful kids place, other people call it a mental institution, but I call a prison for kids. It's been 8 years since I was taken away from my sister. My mother, and my sister used to live with each other but one day my mother was told she had cancer. Only 4 months later, she died, but her very last words were "Never let anyone break you two apart, your family, and with me gone your all each other have left." I never forgot those words, but even my sister couldn't hide mom's death from the world.
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Black heart
HorrorThe story of one of my dreams I've had over and over, the same dream, adding on pieces ever time I have it.
