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Not really a story but I had to choose something.

It's there again...stalking me, watching me. Every step I take I feel it like a shadow at my back; I shiver at it's icy hatred like a fingertip sliding down my spine. Fearful spine, skin tingles knowing that it's there. I can't shake it, like a bad song replaying itself in the echoes of a shattered mind. It hungers, wants to consume my soul, wants to spit it back out again like a lost husk disintergrating in the wind of my memory. I don't think I can survive this. She says the damndest things behind my burdened back. Isn't she supposed to be sane? Isn't she the one person in this life i'm supposed to trust? Why are there no rules? Why is it a backwards random wicked thing, a poisoned bite from that fleeting trust, needful. I huddle against her; I am that child still, lost and wounded, I hide in the soft folds of a useless blanket. I am still clutching tightly that bravado. Yes, she says the damndest f*****g things.  

Reviews

[Zubier_abd]

its a little ambiguous but i like the words that you used. its very passionate and raw. i think its about a child's relationship with an abusive mother but i could be wrong. hope to see some more work from you :)

[DarknessPeering]

I was feeling ambiguous that day..lol. Yes, you hit the nail on the head about the subject. :) Thanks for the review.