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A Place Where I Grew Up I am A Place Where I Grew UpA Place Where I Grew Up I am by ~WintersEdge476
I am eleven years old.
I move slowly through the dark hall, pausing as a floorboard creaks. After a moment I continue forwards, to the foot of the stairs. Light spills down from the upstairs landing. Through the closed door of my brother's bedroom, I hear raised voices. Loud, angry words. There is a thud.
"Don't you dare try and hit me!" My Father. I can hear the hurt mingled with the anger.
"Stop" My mother shrieks, fear and desperation ringing in her words. Her face is pink and tearstained, blue eyes bloodshot. It is the look she always wears when my brother becomes violent. I have become familiar with it over the past year.
"Just shut up! And get the hell out of my bedroom!" He snarls, and flings the bedroom door open. He is sixteen years old, already as tall as my father. People often tell me I look like him, but seeing his face now, I can't see the resemblance: rage has distorted his features until he is almost unrecognisable.
I back away hurriedly, fading
Short story by me: I see dragons.Wherever I am, if I feel afraid, or sad, I look up at the sky. Being an introvert that has social anxiety isn't really easy. I panic, and panic, and keep panicking but I don't let it show because I am scared that they will see through my weakness, and I'm afraid of me hanging by their thread, and that they will judge and judge and judge me, judge everything that I am. I am afraid that they'll decide my future for me, that there will be nothing in my power, that I'll be stuck in my shell forever.Short story by me: I see dragons. by ~Akyiella
So I look up. I watch them silently, I enjoy their smooth movements, how strong and gentle their smiles are. I rarely smile, but I smile along with them. I always tell my friend to look, she's almost like me. She can be saved, while I am a lost cause. She has been stuck in a cycle lately, that will only destroy her and our friendship along with that so I try, but with no results. She's turning into them, is acting like them, she's talking to them. I wouldn't mind, I want her to be happy, but th