Phoenix's Lullaby
Description
I'm what people would call a lost cause; a piece of trash, a weirdo, a horrendous life form, and every other atrocious term you could possibly conjure. I guess parents really do know what's in store for their child[ren]'s future; if you could call migrating from one mental hospital to another a future, of course.
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I was buried under heaps of blankets, on the hard- object they dared refer to as mattress when I felt it. The cold air was replaced by a warm one; warm to the point that sweat began to trickle under my ears,nose; on my forehead, the bridge of my nose-everywhere
The figure walked closer to me after I removed the soft,heavy material from my body, and extended out an arm. Not an it, but a he.
"You don't seem to want to be here." His husky, deep, yet gentle voice spoke in a quiet manner; however, I heard it loud and clear.
"Since when is what I want and what is done the same?" I look up at him and am instantly lost in his silver colored eyes with a tint of blue in them.
"Aren't you cautious as to who I am?" He inquires.
"You don't look like a serial killer."
Foreword
Hello, people of the internet!
I was searching for synonyms of the word "immortality" and I stumbled upon the word "phoenix-like" so I gasped and yea, this title came about. Anyways, I wanted to try and see whether I would enjoy writing on AFF like I did before and so, I'll try to write this story utilizing a lot of effort. I write for my own enjoyment, however, comments and subscribers are always welcomed.
[I hope you'll] Lose yourself in this heart-wrenching story featuring the troubles of a young teenager, who has never received what others called "love" and a young man who just doesn't have the looks of a serial killer.
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