Submission 2 - Freewriting
The other me
I don't live anywhere in particular due to me previously running away. The orphanage was
messed up. Out of fear that If I return they will hate me. And that's one of the things that
I am afraid of the most. I wander the streets alone. Hiding in the crowds as I have recently
discovered this feeling of fear. Sometimes I wished that It didn't exist. I’ve already messed
up too many times. But there is another reason I don't want to return and need to find out
the truth about the huge gauge scared marks on my neck. I can only remember being
at the orphanage since I was five but I can’t remember anything before that. I need to
know why. Why was I left in that orphanage with no recollection of who I originally
was. And why I had lost the ability to talk and also my broken emotions.
messed up. Out of fear that If I return they will hate me. And that's one of the things that
I am afraid of the most. I wander the streets alone. Hiding in the crowds as I have recently
discovered this feeling of fear. Sometimes I wished that It didn't exist. I’ve already messed
up too many times. But there is another reason I don't want to return and need to find out
the truth about the huge gauge scared marks on my neck. I can only remember being
at the orphanage since I was five but I can’t remember anything before that. I need to
know why. Why was I left in that orphanage with no recollection of who I originally
was. And why I had lost the ability to talk and also my broken emotions.
“Move out of the way!” c r a c k. As light flickered before my eyes as I hit the ground
hard it had felt like my whole head had split open. As I began to hear static like on the
TVs who didn't have a connection it rang in my ears non-stop. It felt like the world was
shaking. I could no longer move. I didn't know what to do to make the horrible sound
stop. As pitch darkness hit my view. It seemed like I had lost who I was. Who am I again?
It seemed like I had asked this question before.
hard it had felt like my whole head had split open. As I began to hear static like on the
TVs who didn't have a connection it rang in my ears non-stop. It felt like the world was
shaking. I could no longer move. I didn't know what to do to make the horrible sound
stop. As pitch darkness hit my view. It seemed like I had lost who I was. Who am I again?
It seemed like I had asked this question before.
(248 words)
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