"The world is not a wish-granting factory",those were always the last words I heard before I woke up,and also the last words he'd said to me.It felt good and painful to always hear them early on a bright day.
I sat up on my queen sized bed(or that's how I imagined it).I heard footsteps approaching my room and I knew it was mom(since it's only the two of us who live here).She slowly opened my room and probably saw me sitting and said,"You're up early,any special plans?"
That's was Mon for me,always wanting me to go out more and all those silly things parents want their teenagers to do.
But have you ever thought of how wierd parents are?It's like they want you to do something and once you start doing it,they just want you to stop (awkward right?!).
Once I was done bathing I went downstairs,I knew mom was making pancakes (her morning special).I was being led down the stairs by my only friend Fluffy(he's a dog).So I guess you guessed it right,I'm blind because the dog had to see,so I the good person that I am decided to donate my eyes (kidding).
It's been two years now and all I still see is black.I'm still adjusting to this new colour I never really thought existed.This new world that allows me to use only 4 of my senses,the world that makes me use like 30% of my brain (they say an average human can only control/use 20% of their brain).
Anyways enough about me being blind,it's a stimuli I'm learning to accept.
Most of my days are usually the same,but today feels different,it feels like I'm going to see the again and it gets worse every time I have this feeling.I know I'm blind and all but I still feel like they're the only two people I see,and when I see them they're always...
And just like that,mom mentions the thing I've been dreading to hear "Hurry up sweety,you know we have to visit your dad and brother graveyard"."Sure mom,am almost done",I reply trying not to show any fear in my voice,but again my facial expression gets the best of me."Is everything ok,don't tell me you still see them there,sweety we've been through this...",I cut her just before she mentions the devil,"Its not that mom,I just got something up my throat".
Seems like that shut her up,well it's time to meet my two worst nightmares.
So that's the first part of my story...Hope whoever reads it likes it
Hope you forgive me for any errors,am not so good cause I'm a new writer
Thanx honeybubu's
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Fighting her Demons
Fantasy"The world is not a wish granting factory",this were the word Kisha always heard before she woke up.she could always sense both of them close by... Kisha Tuku is a 17 year old girl who was in a terrible accident 2 years back Each day feels the same...
