Plaster

Plaster

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 10, 2017
The walls are made of plaster, the floors are made of wood, my heart is made of glass, and my soul is made of screams. I've been here so long I don't know who I am any longer, I can't remember what hour it is, or what day, or even what year. I haven't seen the sun since I was put here, I haven't talked to another person, or done anything besides slowly go crazy. When will I ever leave?
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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