I am a StickA Story by youngandfree
A smile is sewn to my face as they mock me. I laugh along with them, they think I don’t care. If only they could see that I’m not laughing inside... I’m screaming, but the scream never manages to escape my lips.
“Stick.” That’s what they call me. My friends, my family... I rarely hear my name from them. There is only one person who seems to remember that I have a name. I love to watch his lips shape my name... “Anna...” he says. It’s a beautiful sound, it’s the shortest, sweetest melody. It floats to my ears and makes me feel human... It reminds me of my mother, how she used to sing my name. That was before she ran away, leaving me with six siblings and from that day on I never heard her sing my name again. I'm Anna Black, and I am a stick. © 2013 youngandfreeAuthor's Note
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