Bees excitedly knocked at the window as happiness seemed to permeate the room. Flourishing life increased as days became longer, hotter, calmer. This is spring.
A smooth-faced 7 year old with intricing hazelnut galaxies for eyes curiously stared at my frostbit self. She smiled as freshly backed brownies wafted around their just affordable house. This is life.
Relief: That's all I could feel as the girl gently paced me down on a nearby table that was taken from the previous owner and slid towards her mother like a reptile finding its prey. This is her.
I gazed longingly as the winged animals raced across heaven, all while nebulous waves entered my eardrums. I was drenched in flakes that relentlessly enjoyed biting onto my sensitive skin that had art made up of battle scars. There wasn't really anything to do except one thing - hope. This is me.
I was broken from my mind-forged thoughts as I spotted the child skipping her way towards me with crumbs still littered on her face as her so-called mother calling from behind, reminding her to clean after herself.
One day, I was babysitting; the next day, I was being gifted to the same person I was supposed to risk my life for.
Help me please-
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Horror Oneshots
HorrorShort Horror/Scary Stories ___________________ "I PROMISE IT WASN'T ME!!!" "Please...please believe me..!" I begged desperately. "Don't worry, I believe you." "Really?!" "No." I didn't expect the last words I would ever hear were going to be 'No'.
