Thread:Berry of the RainWings/@comment-33618281-20171216142338/@comment-34368896-20180124004554

I added more to my story.

I turned and quickly raced home. By the time I got there, my face was bright red and my legs were throbbing. “Hi. I missed you. How’s it been?” I asked the house as if it were a real thing, “Yeah. It been- awful.” I walked over to the door and struggled to open it. “Come on.” I groaned, it didn’t open. I sighed and collapsed to the ground. My hands covered my face. Of course they locked me out. How did they get the key? Sure we were friends, but I never gave her a key. Why would I? So, how did they lock it? I started crying. I just want to go home. Is it that hard to ask? I guess so. I made one mistake -fine a few- and my life was ruined! “V?” I lifted my head up. How? No, it can’t. She never called me “V”. I saw someone standing in the shadows. Mom.

“Hey V. I missed you!” Mom smiled, walking towards me. I fought the urge to groan. I waited too soon to look down. I glared at the ground. “Did you miss me too?” She asked. I gave her a glare, “No. I didn’t.” She frowned, “Of course you did!” My eyes flashed, “NO! You left when I was-” I stopped and made a face, as if I had to think. “When I was four. That was ten years ago. TEN!” I turned away, glaring at the ground. “V….” She began. “No. Leave. I hate you. Why did you leave? Why? Dad was devastated! You crushed him! Go! LEAVE!” I was screaming. “V…” She began again. “LEAVE ME ALONE! AND DON’T CALL ME “V”. CAll me-” I stopped, I wasn’t yelling anymore, I was crying. “Go. Please.” I mumbled through my tears, “Just. Go.”