The First MemoryA 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 SirenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 8, 2012 Last Updated on November 8, 2012 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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