Status: My first attempts at writing drabble. Working out the chapter titles to actually write something, so they'll probably change.
The Basement
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There’s a girl upstairs. She has long black hair and pale skin, and shimmery green eyes. I want to smile at her but it’s like I can’t find the words, even though it doesn’t take any. I don’t want her to catch me staring, but I think she has, because she stares at me too. Sometimes she peeks around the corner at the bottom step of the basement stairs and watches me while I pretend to be sleeping in my hospital bed with the straps on it. I wish it didn’t have straps on it. I wish she’d come closer.