the lost

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As the door opens lighting up the room I see a small face poke around the door. It's a small girl.

A girl of about nine. Her appearance is as if I'm looking at a ghost. I lift my head from its resting position and stare at her,watching her every move.

She stares back at me and frequently turns her head looking back out the door as if someone is chasing her, but she always quickly turns her head back at me. It's hard to see her facial features from the dim light but I can barely make it out.

She slowly inters the room with a very tedious step. as she closes the door with caution, she turns to me and pulls a small tiny box of matches (most likely stolen) and light's one of the flimsy cardboard matches  lighting up the room.

I can see her face now. her eyes of a blue sky and hair of liquid gold. She's very skinny,most likely put in for anorexic behavior. its quite stupid how many people with absolutely no reason to be locked in an asylum for no reason.....but anyway she quickly looks back and closes the door behind her

with a great leap she jumps at me and hangs by my neck and sais"hold me the evil monsters are after me" so I reluctantly held her avast feeling how light and boney she is and that's when she looked at me frightened....... to be continued for the next chapter and yes I know they are short but I'm not done quite yet..... enjoy

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 06, 2014 ⏰

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