The Second MemoryA Story by Siren
His carpet was dark blue.
There was a yellow-ish light underneath the door. Indiscernable shouting. The walls were sponge-painted burgundy, the carpet was dark red. It reminds me of blood. I can hear him getting spanked. The whip of the belt. There is a bathroom that connects my room and his. It has two sinks and a bath/shower. The shower curtain has fish on it. All of this was because he got a "C" in one of his classes. He was only in second or third grade.
© 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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