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[ORIGINAL] Screams
Title: Screams
Pairing: N/A.
Rating: K+.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 276.
Summary: Detailing the life of a girl...
Author's Note: This was another experiment, this time in descriptive sentences. It came out pretty well, although hilariously goth.

Screams

Screams. They were all she heard.

She would wake in the morning to dingy walls, once white, now grey. Her room was bare, nothing except for a bed covered in shabby blankets that barely covered her skinny body. There was no alarm clock, for there was no need for one. She awoke to screams.

She would go to school every day like most young girls do, her clothing reminiscent of rags. She studied hard, worked hard. She tried, she really did try, but there was no escaping those thoughts in her head. They brought her down, each and every day. No escape.

Coming home was a nightmare. The house was barely standing, ready to fall at any given moment, and quite frankly, she wouldn’t care if it did. She would walk in to her parents’ angry fighting, but soon enough the screams would be directed at her. She was worthless in their eyes. Worthless in everyone’s eyes.

The screams trailed her back to her bedroom, where she would sit on the sad excuse for a bed and stare out the window. It was dirty, clouding the brilliant view, but she could imagine what it would be like if the smears weren’t there. It was a depressing sort of ordeal, because as much as she stared outside and longed to be there, she would never escape the prison she was in.

She looked away, curling up on the bed, shivering and pulling the covers around her for warmth. It was an uneasy sleep she drifted into. Darkness, splotches of blood. Screams.

They followed her everywhere she went. They were her burden, and she would carry them for all of eternity.