Tangled and Messy
Red StringIt was no longer calm and serene. It no longer exuded a relaxing aura.
It was no longer nice and straight.
The tangled knot looked so tight, the remaining string, seemingly pulling away from the knot, glowed a bright red, as if it were a neck, the tight knot being choking hands.
No, it was no longer nice and straight, It was no longer calm and serene. No, for it was choking, gasping for air. Wishing, crying, sobbing, yelling, screaming for mercy.
The string did nothing wrong, no. It didn't do anything to deserve this. It wasn't the string's fault.
It wasn't the string's fault.
I stared at it. I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the string, and listening to my parents fight. Skin meeting skin was heard, and the knot grew bigger. The string glowed brighter. The hands squeezed tighter. And I did nothing. I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the string. I sat and did nothing but stare until my eyes fell tired and my body collapsed, exhausted.
And I slept. I slept through it. I slept through the string that was no longer calm and serene. I slept. And the string remained.
It remained tangled and messy.
a/n
watch out, triple update coming stay tuned
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-K.o
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