"Please!" I call. "Why? Just tell me why? You can't leave me here. I can't be here by myself. Bring me back home. I'll stop! I'll stop whatever it is that I'm doing! Please! Please mom, I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!" I say panicked. I sit in the little room. There's a bed in the corner and a few books on the floor. They're for little kids though obviously. I sit at the opposite corner and stare at the door I know won't be opening soon. I look around at the dull white walls and bland carpeting. I hate it here. There's a one sided window on the wall. I look at it only because I know there are people on the other side. I see myself in the reflection. I won't be let out for a while. I'm not going to go anywhere. What about school? What about the twins? My parents? A? I'm all alone. How long will I be alone? A few days? A couple weeks? Months? A year? "How long!" I scream at the window. "How long am I going to be here! How long are you going to abandon me! How long will I be alone!" I scream. "A! A please! Please I need you here! Where have you been?" I call out. I know he won't reply. "Anyone?" I whisper. "I just don't want to be alone."
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Remember, He's Not There
RomanceRowan has been attached to a being, a tad less than angelic. Actually the only way she ever described him when she was young was a monster. He'd been the monster under the bed, the "bumps in the night", the shadow lurking in the closest, the feeling...
