Monday, April 7, 2014

Dear God: Chap. 7

Shh, do not make any noise; I cannot make any noise; I cannot breathe nor blink, if not my mommy will get mad. Shh, she is screaming my name. Shh, she is looking for me. I run, I hide, but it too late now; her horrible sight is burning me down. Her hands are sharp arrows passing through me. She throws me. I crash against the wall. She screams, yells, insults, and tells me that all her problems are my fault.

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