SabedoriaAmetista

There was still a little light in the sky. She could see it from the window , not that she was looking outside. No, her eyes were looking  somewhere else. Somewhere far from the light... '' Ah, what a marvellous sight!'' She clapped her hands in delight, as the boy in front of her was still fighting to stay alive. He was heavily bleeding from a stab on his stomach. The boy was around eight years old. His mother had died from a sickness and his father had married again. '' Be careful , my lovely child , you will stain the floor.'' His stepmother said , amused of how he looked up at her with eyes begging for help. And mercy... The bloodied kn

It rains. Drip drop. Always the same sound. This rain is endless. It's falling down , washing away our sins. We are now clean. But we will sin again tomorrow. Because this dullness doesn't suit us. We wear our masks for too long. We don't want to take them off. This rain is going to destroy them. It's our enemy. Make it stop. We have to make it stop. It will take away our perfect disguise. And  we will be naked in front of the world. Drip drop. The lies are fading. How are we going to live now? This shelter we had built is old. It is collapsing under the truth. Because the rain is the truth. The truth we have hidden behind our little