𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙

𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖍

Name: Aspen Sephtis 

Mental state: Pessimistic 

I never noticed how loud breathing was until I had to hold it. I look to the side and realize that my little brother Pierce was crying.

Crying is also loud.....

Maybe I should stop thinking about it. I glance at my brother once more and notice that he is speaking (if only it were that simple).

"- and get out of here" he finishes.

"What?" I asked, now giving him my full attention.

"We could sneak out and escape" he repeats, "I mean what else do we have left here?"

I consider it. 

Leaving.....

Then, a fleeting notion that has been bothering me for months infiltrates and corrupts my mind, filling it with darkness and spewing out resentment.

We would be leaving the walls of torture. The place where our mothers wails and our fathers' scream of agony could still be heart till this day. What else would we be leaving here? No matter how hard we try, some memories just won't go away.

What would we do outside? Would we be sent to the orphanage? Would we be separated?

"Let's rest for the night and make a decision tomorrow, ok?"

Pierce answers tentatively, "Okay."

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