Hello everyone!What beautiful weather we had today. These are a few of the pieces I did in creative writing class for my workshop writings about my characters. It is so awesome to see everything pulling together.

I've been a different person since that cataclysmic day. All I do is flash back and forth, in and out of the sounds and scenes of the room. Looking through that small hole in the closet door I saw my life change and become empty at the same time. The cries now echo through my dreams and the very thought of my dreams make me frightened. How could this happen to me and why did she do this? Will I ever be able to move on? Will I ever be that person I was before? These questions eat away at me. Honestly I can't find any hope and that scares me. I don't want this to happen to me. Can I even stop my thoughts from killing me? Can I stop me from killing me?