Decaying Halls

Decaying Halls

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Miranda walked the decaying halls, aimlessly watching as beetles scurried “pitter patter” noise across the hard marble tiles. She heard faint “meows” coming from stray tabby cats. As Miranda walked the halls a single tear formed in her eye dripping down her dirty pale face. Her hair had once been a light brown it now appeared grey filled with dirt and ash. Her clothes were battered and torn, dusted with dirt. Her beautiful smile had been replaced with a look of sorrow. It’s like her whole world had been chewed up and spit out. She walked out of what was left of her high-school. She saw families begging the government relief workers to help them, as they sat starving, dirty and emotionally wrecked, you might be thinking that some natural disaster like a tornado or tsunami had just happened. No, this disaster wasn’t natural, it was planned.
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She was all alone now... Any previous traces of the outside world were temporarily pushed away as she entered her secret heaven, separate from everything and everyone else. Reclining slowly onto her back, crushing blades of grass beneath her, a faint sigh escaped from the eighteen year old girl’s heart-shaped lips. Gazing at the stars above and spending time alone, had over time, become her only escape of reality. This wide field of grass had become her home. The natural sounds of the crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl had become her neighbors, her friends. The tranquil flow of the river nearby, her music. And the far-off, scintillating stars, her hope. No matter how many things had gone wrong, how many times she had failed to do something, how many people had turned against her; the girl always had the option of crawling back to this secluded spot that none but her self knew of. Every time, she would crawl back here and wish upon the stars. And every night, she would wish for the same thing, over and over again. She’d wish for happiness. And she’d continue to wish, hoping that someday, someone, somewhere, would take the time to listen, that they would take the time to help make her wish come true. And one day, it did.

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