JANUARY
by WisdomDeath
January 23, 2013
I didn’t feel like moving. I didn’t move even when the cops kicked
the door open and rushed to where I was. Red. Red is what I remember the most.
There was shouting too. They kept on asking me what happened. I told them the
truth—the damn doll is defective. It was so noisy. It kept on crying. My baby
needs sleep. I don’t want my baby to be disturbed from her peaceful sleep. Damn
doll.
you know this is my kind of story! thank you baby a! :)
ReplyDeleteOnce in a while, my mind goes crazy. :D *EVIL LAUGH*
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