03 of May Memory or nightmare Liam's Diary
"All over the floor crayons and sheets of white and painted paper are scattered. Has been dark for some time, but I'm not in bed. My baby hands hold a purple crayon that makes scratches on the face of a man painted entirely in black. Around me there are countless papers with black circles and purple lines on them. There are other colors on the floor, but none of them are used, only black and purple. I hear the breaking of something and my mother's scream. The door to my room opens with a crash so strong that daub falls from the frame. My little body jumps into place, and then the screams begin anew."
I pick up the pen from my diary. The days in which these things happened have long been gone, but that dream never changes. I do not remember much of my childhood, but I clearly remember that moment from my room and all the crayons being crushed and stepped on. It's always how my dreams of him start, no matter what they turn into.
I close the diary and start dressing, it's time to find the only person who can fix my mood.
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Imaginary world ( The half world chronicles)
FantasyI am looking around, all my friends are here the boy i love is here, i should be happy but something is bugging me. Chills i feel chills all over my body. Someone eyes are on me. Creepy cold eyes, feels like temperature in the room just drop, but i...
