A Dream Of Sorrow And Plight
I was so mad at my mom that I didn't even come out of my room to eat dinner. I lay on my bed, no more tears left to cry. I was alone. If my feelings were a color they were black. The color of hurt without pain. The hurt that hits so hard it doesn't need pain. I was restless.
Realizing that I didn't need a computer to write fanfiction, I went to my desk and pulled out my diary and my feathery pen. I would write about myself and how I felt, I was so sure that if I could put these feelings in a book, it would be a bestseller. How wrong I was. But I wrote anyway.
Darkness. It swallows me whole. It consumes me like a river drowning what's left of an unwanted past. A dream made real, no, not a dream, a nightmare. The story of a secret. This is my story. Listen to the secret, it could save the world.
Just as I was about to write my secret, the door to my room swung open. It was my mother.
"ANN!!!" She yelled frustrated. "What are you doing? It's 2 a.m.!" With a quick snatch of her hand, she took my feeling paper. The diary I had poured all my feelings into these past two years. Before I could stop her, she walked down the stairs with it. I couldn't let her take it. All of the happiness and sadness I wanted to remember was written there. I couldn't let her take it!
She took out the matches and today's newspaper as she walked toward the fireplace that was black with coal. I finally realized she was going to burn it. I cried out, alarmed. "Mother, no!!!"
"It is for your own good Ann!' She cried. "You need help. I'll take you to a physiatrist tomorrow."
"What?" I cried in disbelief. My mother had just said I needed help.
"You heard me. You have an obsession over that game and you need help. I'm throwing it out tomorrow."
Suddenly the fire sparked up and the yellow and orange flames licked around the already burnt logs and paper. My mother tossed my feeling diary into the flames and looked at me.
I was so overcome with emotion, I couldn't stop myself. Without thinking, I threw myself at the flames. I wish I hadn't. Right when I was about to land in the raging fire. A green light shone and I was blinded...
I was so mad at my mom that I didn't even come out of my room to eat dinner. I lay on my bed, no more tears left to cry. I was alone. If my feelings were a color they were black. The color of hurt without pain. The hurt that hits so hard it doesn't need pain. I was restless.
Realizing that I didn't need a computer to write fanfiction, I went to my desk and pulled out my diary and my feathery pen. I would write about myself and how I felt, I was so sure that if I could put these feelings in a book, it would be a bestseller. How wrong I was. But I wrote anyway.
Darkness. It swallows me whole. It consumes me like a river drowning what's left of an unwanted past. A dream made real, no, not a dream, a nightmare. The story of a secret. This is my story. Listen to the secret, it could save the world.
Just as I was about to write my secret, the door to my room swung open. It was my mother.
"ANN!!!" She yelled frustrated. "What are you doing? It's 2 a.m.!" With a quick snatch of her hand, she took my feeling paper. The diary I had poured all my feelings into these past two years. Before I could stop her, she walked down the stairs with it. I couldn't let her take it. All of the happiness and sadness I wanted to remember was written there. I couldn't let her take it!
She took out the matches and today's newspaper as she walked toward the fireplace that was black with coal. I finally realized she was going to burn it. I cried out, alarmed. "Mother, no!!!"
"It is for your own good Ann!' She cried. "You need help. I'll take you to a physiatrist tomorrow."
"What?" I cried in disbelief. My mother had just said I needed help.
"You heard me. You have an obsession over that game and you need help. I'm throwing it out tomorrow."
Suddenly the fire sparked up and the yellow and orange flames licked around the already burnt logs and paper. My mother tossed my feeling diary into the flames and looked at me.
I was so overcome with emotion, I couldn't stop myself. Without thinking, I threw myself at the flames. I wish I hadn't. Right when I was about to land in the raging fire. A green light shone and I was blinded...