Tilly and the Magic Toadstool

Tilly and the Magic Toadstool

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Once there was a little girl. This girl was named Tilly and she was very much like other children. She had two feet, with ten toes. She had two hands, with five fingers each. She had a nose, a mouth, and a pair of eyes and ears. Her wavy blonde hair reached until just above her shoulders, of which she also had two. Tilly was very normal, but at the same time she was not. Her skin wasn't white, pink, brown or black; it was fiery red. That wasn't all. On her fiery red skin she had white little dots all over her. They almost looked a little bit like freckles. Sometimes, Tilly would start to count them, but she always lost count. There were simply too many, covering her from head to toe.
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December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.

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