They said everything was going to be fine. Even if it was cold.

And dark.

I’m scared of the dark.

They said that they were playing hide and seek with me. Momma told me, “Find us and then we’ll go back home, okay dear?”

The other times, once I said, “I give up,” they’d make their way over to me. I’m saying it now, but they’re still hiding.

Where did Momma and Papa go?

I tried climbing those t...

The rain pattered on the window pane, the fierce wind caused the house to creak and groan. my bedroom was by the window and even though I had my Star Wars blanket wrapped around me I was still very cold and alone

I was supposed to be in bed an hour ago but I just sat there with my arms propped on my window ceil and my teddy bear in my lap

Coco my little white and chocolate Pom Pom doggy laid b...

It was early one morning.

Raining.

Cold.

I was five.

My parents said everything…

Everything was going to be fine.

Well…

Parents lie.

It was Christmas. Actually.

We were at Grandpa Tom’s house.

And he was dying.

Brain cancer.

I was five.

Well, when you’re that age,

You don’t understand death.

Death is like,

“I’ll be on a vacation for the rest of my life.”

Haha.

That is actually probably

exact...

(Very personal prompt for me. It hit home.)

It was late one night.

Raining.

Cold.

I was five.

Hiding upstairs.

It the grownups room.

Under the sheets.

Suffocating, I could hardly breathe.

That’s when she approached me.

My friend.

Or so I thought.

She took advantage of me.

Did things I never dreamed.

Took my very innocence.

Broke me at every seem.

Told me I needed to learn this so I’...

Ghost ...

They repeated their false assurances until the words had blurred into each other.

Until the rain stopped beating against the windows and the shattering of glass stirred the ruckus.

Until they were found in the cellar.

I was in a hidden compartment.

Now, as I heard their screams and pleas for mercy, the words rushed back.

We love you.

Everything will be fine.

Parents lie.

...

I love y’all so much for the pictures and you guys are awesome thanks so much I appreciate you ...

It was late one night. Raining. Cold. I was five. My parents said everything was going to be fine. Parents lie.

That must have been the first time I came across the concept of lying. I guess in this case it was a white lie.

It’s going to fine.

They kept repeating it. Over and over. Till it became a meaningless slogan. An echo with no emotion.

Father packed his bags over the next couple of day...

It was late one night. Raining. Cold. I was five. My parents said everything was going to be fine. Parents lie.

I’ve tried my best to squash the memory down, to pretend like it was all some bad dream, but every once in a while- when I was listening to melancholy tune, or hiding in a dark and small place, or on quiet nights like this one, while I was lying on my side listening to the tap, tap...