My name’s Flora I’m thirteen years old.
I live with my mum, my dad and my older sister Megan
She is always dying her hair crazy colours
(Sarcastic tone)
By the time she is 20 she will definitely be bald.
(Sinister laugh)
PAUSE
People look at me
and assume I am innocent
I know I’m not perfect I have my fair share of
secrets...
But everybody goes a
little mad sometimes right?
That is what father
always used to say
I miss him..
Every waking hour I think about his kindness
But every night I can’t get to sleep
PAUSE
Megan cries for hours at night.
It has gotten worse since
mum and dad’s anniversary
Why is she such a baby?
Does she not realise there are still elements
of mum and dad in us?
Besides mum is
completely fine...she is not the one in a grave with nothing but decapitating
corpses as company
She should be thankful...infact it could have
been her in a grave if it wasn’t for me.
Mummy would be proud
of me I finally began to pray just like she wanted.
As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if I die before I wake, I
pray the Lord my soul to take.Or will I end up
somewhere amongst the unknown?
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