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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 07/06/2020
Many things happened since she left the household.
When she stepped in the house, memories flooded through her mind.
What a shame, she thought. The plants that made the dining area look livid were brown and filled with no life. The slippers that were scattered around the room, where father would smack them at his wife, blaming her for everything going wrong.
He just wanted a happy family.
It reminded her about the manga she read when she was 15, where she would skip through the pages, and read randomly out of order. (In her defense, she already watched the anime.)
Dried bloodstains (Or what looked like them, which they aren’t, thankfully) were everywhere. It looked like a murder scene just finished. She remembered the times her playful siblings and friends would challenge her in a paintball fight (And her father scolding them); it was fun; standing on stable shelves, sneaking on them, pulling the trigger and laugh. Those happen for a couple of minutes until her parents came back from work.
She never knew why they chose the dining room. It only started on a paintball hitting her sis’ face. She shook that thought away, heading to her room immediately after 15 seconds.
The woman held her breath and slowly opened the door to her room with a creak.
She smiled as the welcoming scent of her dusty toys greeted her as she lay in the single-sized bed. The faded pink walls were filled with pictures of her as a 6-year-old. More memories flooded her mind as she glanced at each toy. A mechanical teddy was given by her dead great grandfather. A used-to-be fluffy unicorn was found in the sewers (And she washed it as soon as she found it.). There were many toys (Which most of them where just given by random friends) around the room and that was one of the things she loved. Maybe her dark memories in the past weren’t so dark and scary after all. (If you remove the fact that father abuses mother)
One part of her mind wanted to leave everything behind, go to the car, and drive to watch a movie, never to remember this moment. But it was drowned out by memories and ideas on where to go. Where does she want to go next?
The attic. That is the place of memories. A safe haven to hide away for now. She took slow steps to the attic, awaiting more memories.
It was warm there. She saw old items she recognized; Games(That they never played), Clothes(That never fit her), Jewelry & Antiques(That never suited neither them nor the house), and more. There were some things in particular that she didn’t recognized (Most likely due to forgetting about it); A large diamond they somehow had(…), A statue of a beautiful girl(Why would they even need that?), and a letter. She picked the letter up. The envelope looked new; Maybe one of her family members visited?
As soon as she opened it, she read the letter, and realized something; This is the will of her father. She never knew whether any of her parents or siblings are alive anymore. Maybe her father is dead. She kind of minded, no matter how much he abused his wife.
She brightened when she inherited the entire house. It was a good feeling. So she has the entire attic to look at…
Memories(Megan R)
Many things happened since she left the household.
When she stepped in the house, memories flooded through her mind.
What a shame, she thought. The plants that made the dining area look livid were brown and filled with no life. The slippers that were scattered around the room, where father would smack them at his wife, blaming her for everything going wrong.
He just wanted a happy family.
It reminded her about the manga she read when she was 15, where she would skip through the pages, and read randomly out of order. (In her defense, she already watched the anime.)
Dried bloodstains (Or what looked like them, which they aren’t, thankfully) were everywhere. It looked like a murder scene just finished. She remembered the times her playful siblings and friends would challenge her in a paintball fight (And her father scolding them); it was fun; standing on stable shelves, sneaking on them, pulling the trigger and laugh. Those happen for a couple of minutes until her parents came back from work.
She never knew why they chose the dining room. It only started on a paintball hitting her sis’ face. She shook that thought away, heading to her room immediately after 15 seconds.
The woman held her breath and slowly opened the door to her room with a creak.
She smiled as the welcoming scent of her dusty toys greeted her as she lay in the single-sized bed. The faded pink walls were filled with pictures of her as a 6-year-old. More memories flooded her mind as she glanced at each toy. A mechanical teddy was given by her dead great grandfather. A used-to-be fluffy unicorn was found in the sewers (And she washed it as soon as she found it.). There were many toys (Which most of them where just given by random friends) around the room and that was one of the things she loved. Maybe her dark memories in the past weren’t so dark and scary after all. (If you remove the fact that father abuses mother)
One part of her mind wanted to leave everything behind, go to the car, and drive to watch a movie, never to remember this moment. But it was drowned out by memories and ideas on where to go. Where does she want to go next?
The attic. That is the place of memories. A safe haven to hide away for now. She took slow steps to the attic, awaiting more memories.
It was warm there. She saw old items she recognized; Games(That they never played), Clothes(That never fit her), Jewelry & Antiques(That never suited neither them nor the house), and more. There were some things in particular that she didn’t recognized (Most likely due to forgetting about it); A large diamond they somehow had(…), A statue of a beautiful girl(Why would they even need that?), and a letter. She picked the letter up. The envelope looked new; Maybe one of her family members visited?
As soon as she opened it, she read the letter, and realized something; This is the will of her father. She never knew whether any of her parents or siblings are alive anymore. Maybe her father is dead. She kind of minded, no matter how much he abused his wife.
She brightened when she inherited the entire house. It was a good feeling. So she has the entire attic to look at…
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