She picked up a pen and let her soul bleed into the pictures. To them the pictures were grotesque , frightening images of things they didn't want to acknowledge.
" Get rid of those ugly things. Draw something happier." They said. She looked them in the eyes and said with a conviction she didn't know she possessed, "No one will stop me from expressing my truth."
YOU ARE READING
Gwen.
Teen FictionA single word. A single sentence. A single story. A single girl. A thousand facets of life.
