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Roselina remembers her demons

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Childhood dreams

Postby Roselina on December 19th, 2016, 11:55 pm

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Childhood dreams



She was sitting in a room, it felt familiar, yet not at all. She felt unsafe, terrified, though she did not know why. Roselina felt like she knew this place.

When she left the room and she saw the people there, she knew what this place was.

Her family house, it was lively, her brother ran through the living room filled with joy and grinning at her.

"Rosie!" A child-like voice called out to her, though it sounded distorted and scary. She couldn't believe that voice had come from her own brother. She couldn't believe any of what was happening.

The room was nearly empty, the barest of things there. Two beds, tattered blankets on there and a table covered in scratches. It didn't look like a children's bedroom at all, and it definetly didn't look like it belonged to a nice family.

She knew what would happen next all too vividly, and a dull realisation at the back of her mind said that she could do something, but she didn't, she stayed still.

Her mother came in, screaming about how her and her brother were useless. Yet her mother's voice was distorted, terrifyingly unlike her.

The room distorted too, going dark, she couldn't tell what was happening, it was like her memories but different. Worse. It was like the world was falling apart before her, and she just sat though it, not able to tell what was going on, and not recalling that this was a dream.

The next moment she was in another place, another time, her brother was with her again, he was older, a teenager.

She knew where they were, it was after they had ran away. After they had left there awful family for a group of strangers, it had been better than their family.

The world was still distorted and grim, her brother smiled with mischief, contrast to what he said next.

He spoke in a distorted and maddening voice again, though his words were what truly upset her.

"Why did you let me die?"


OOC :
Feel free to respond to this if you feel like it, I just felt a need to write out some of my characters past, and it didn't seem to fit as a flashback.



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