The neglecting parents are about to feel impending doom, they're about to suffer from all of the insufferable sins they have caused, making their child feel pain and abandoned. They ran away from their memory filled home with nonchalant looks on their faces.
With a slight quiver, the child stood up and watched her parents running off into the distance. With yet another action to be made, the only thing she could hear was the silence, not even a clock ticking, was it broken? Or has time stopped? Was time stopping just so she can have flashbacks of her past memories of what her so called parents did to her? Without a second to think she started to dash around the house with a crazed demeanour, grabbing anything big she could find to smash the fake, happy smiling family picture frames. She lays in an absentminded state on the floor surrounding herself with the glass she just broke like a crazed animal who's gone wild upon the people that captured it for months and months of endless torture.
As if time has announced itself, she could hear the neighbour from across the street come fourth towards the front door as if to make an entrance he banged on the door in frustration, banging as loud as thunder. The girl stoop up and strutted towards the door and without hesitation she opened the door not realising what trouble could happen.
The old man was hunched over with a poignant yet frustrated face as he comes to realise who has been making a racket.
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