aѕ ι нιт тнe ғloor,
everyтнιng waѕ мovιng ιn ѕlow мoтιon.
мy мoтнer нad a dιѕтreѕѕed
looĸ on нer ғace.
мy вlood
on тнe wallѕ.
ι woυld нave тo clean тнaт υp
laтer.
мy eyeѕ ѕlowly cloѕed.
вυт тнe paιn waѕ worтн ιт
вecaυѕe wнen тнey
opened agaιn,
ι ѕaw мoonlιgнт.
вυт noт тнe
way ι wanтed тo ѕee нιм.
нe waѕ cryιng agaιn.
ι realιzed тнaт o waѕ on тнe
ғloor and aттeмpтed
тo ѕтand υp.
ι ғaιled and ѕυddenly,
everyтнιng нυrт.
мy necĸ ғelт lιĸe ѕoмeone нad
graввed ιт.
ι тooĸ one good looĸ aт мy вody.
тнe ѕaмe вloody ѕтaιnѕ on мy ѕĸιn
reмaιned, мy вrυιѕeѕ and
мy dry, yeт dιrтy тearѕ ѕмeared мy
ғace.
мy нandѕ вegan тo тreмвle.
ι looĸed aт мoonlιgнт wнo'ѕ
ѕoвѕ ғιlled тнe rooм.
тнe ѕad тнιng ιѕ,
ιт ғelт aѕ ιғ ι waѕ ιn тнιѕ тype oғ
ѕιтυaтιon вeғore.
a тιмe ι coυldn'т do anyтнιng
eхcepт waтcн aѕ ѕoмeone waѕ
cryιng тнeιr eyeѕ oυт.
тнaт'ѕ rιgнт.
ιт waѕ тнe тιмe ι leт jιna dιe.
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A Smoking Illusion
Short StoryMy life isn't something you would want. Instead of waking up to hear birds singing in the morning, I wake up to hear glass shattering every time mother and father get into a fight. I get hit for little things too. School is nowhere close to what cou...
