Oasis

Jenkin's laid so frumpily in the corner of my room, one eye missing. Yet still had that little pitiful smile.
"I'm not eight years old anymore." I said aloud to Jekin's.
"But, There's nothing wrong with someone to talk to, right?" Just like always, his blank expression complimented his history of silence.
"I suppose, I could leave to my little dream land, eh?" I did laugh at myself, I am a woman now, However I'm still talking to my stuffed dog and thinking about a dream land; What's a girl to do?

"You don't need to yell at me, Matt. You agreed to pay that fucking thing." I heard voices rising through the walls only to vanish within the sheetrock and insulation. True, I may be a grown woman. Yet, beneath the towering malevolent shadows of my parents, I felt nothing but a speck; A speck of familiarity, Of that little minute girl with anything but a shred of negativity.

It must've been only yesterday I was wondering as to why I couldn't live in my little dream land.
My own rabbit hole and gateway to that oasis.

I am now eighteen years of age and whether my story is neither heard or ignored, believed or shrugged; I still have a story to tell.
My name is Ruth Kiln and I want to tell you the story of Oasis.