Listener Luann...
Every night he would sit with that candle and the knife; did he think i would care that he wanted to be one of us?
Every night he would chant the same words with the same symbols carved into his tanned and torn skin; did he think he would look like us?
What? You think i'm his Mother, his Father? Think again i'm the one who watches the ones who listens to what we have to say, i'm the one who sits in that empty cupboard downstairs... You know? The one that your dog would bark at every now and then?..
Well he thought he could be like us
The ones who are invisible.
The ones who will move your most loved belongings into a world of hatred and despair.
We can only be heard by a few; Do you want to know how to hear us?
You don't need to know; your listening right now....
YOU ARE READING
Amy's Short Stories!
Short StoryAs part of the starting wattpad right series; i`ve finally decided to start writing some lovely short stories for those who have requested them. If you have any requests feel free to message me with a topic and i`ll come up with something to write...
