The First Memory

The First Memory

A Story by Siren

The carpet was pink.  
He wanted me to take my clothes off.  
He wanted me to put something on.  
My bed was like a doll-house.
We were alone.
It was night.
The color purple, like Barney colored purple, was somewhere.
My mom came in.
She was yelling at me.
Her face was contorted in rage.

© 2012 Siren


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Siren
This is literally the first memory I have. I remember pictures--still-shots in my brain are all I have to go on, hence the choppiness.

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hmm, deep, dark and disturbing....heck of a first memory!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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