It’s been just 4 years since it all happened.
It was dark, and scary, and I was trembling in fear by the sight of what was
going on. Mrs. Mcglocklin had been fighting with her husband roger. Shouts came
spewing out back and forth at one another, till suddenly, Roger got mad. Mrs.
Mcglocklin was standing in front of me. I've been a prized possession of theirs
for quite some time now. Roger was furious, so he threw a punch. Luckily for
Mrs. Mcglocklin, she managed to avoid being hit but I was struck down. I was
cracked inside and out, torn apart, and there lye little old me on with a crack
upon my glass.
Things went from bad to worse within minutes.
As painful as it is to say, I was left alone upon my wall while I heard screams
and shouts from another room. Soon enough the air grew still and not a noise was
made to hear. The house was silent, until suddenly I heard a door slam. I've
been in this empty house for years now abandoned and left alone. This thing
upon my shiny glass will always be a part of me, a crack in my mirror. I wonder
when ill finally be noticed again or if I will ever be rescued by my real
owners. I guess for now it’s best to wait and hope for the best. I’m scarred
for life now, I have no one that cares about me, if only things had been
different, then maybe this crack wouldn’t be upon my glass.
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