I sat in the middle of the room. I felt a mix of emotions; very few of them I could identify. My eyes began to overflow as my confusion at my emotions increased. I pulled my knees up to my chest and stared at a wall which was covered in fresh deep red paint. It was the only wall that was fully painted, the other walls had splatters but had remained a graying white. At the base of the red wall lay a body. As I stared at the body, I cried more. After sitting in the same spot for another few minutes I crawled over to the body.
I shot up out of bed, dripping sweat. The sun came pouring through my windows hurting my eyes as they slowly adjusted to the light difference. I pulled my knees up to my chest, rested my head on them and allowed myself to weep.
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Cordelia
General FictionAs a child, Cory was put through hell. She was starved and beaten by her mother. That was until in the dead of night, she and her brother Lie ran away. For six years they lived in peace, bliss. But the king's men came and terrorized their village. T...
