i thought that i could hide the fear that i felt the fear to come home, the fear to go the taughting they threw at me tour me to bits they knew it too they knew that it drove me to the edge my parents dont care they just sit and they stare blank stares… Continue reading Pompa mortis magis terret, quam mors ispa
Tag: creaks
Darkness
Sitting on her bed, heart pounding, she listened into the night for any sound of stirring from her father. Silence. Slowly she stood up, legs shaking, silently asking herself, ‘Are you sure you are ready?’ In one swift movement she lifts up her bedroom window. It creaks. ‘Oh no now i am caught.’