❝ You said g o o d b y e when I was about to say h e l l o . ❞ • • • There's always a certain time and place to say something. The problem though, is that once you let that moment slip away from your fingertips, it's gone forever. And you're left with a wonder of what if. • • • HR | SHORT STORY #659 08|22|15 & #225 11|02|16 • • • before you start reading please read the important authors note chapter ty xx [REWRITTING]

He runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with. You're mine. Without me, you're nothing." What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters buried deep in the basement begin scratching the walls and howling her name in the night? Why does her mother force big yellow pills down her throat, saying it's for the best? Why isn't she allowed in the basement? Who's in the basement? What's in the basement? Who is the little boy with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, crying for his mother? Tick tock, Monique. The monsters are crawling up the basement. And they're coming for you.

sin noun plural noun: sins an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. - Even the demons in her mind are afraid of her thoughts. ** THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERS. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL. ** Copyrighted. © feb2015-mar2015