The Gray Letters.
the midpoint of everything
#268
I sneaked out of the house again. Mama didn't hear a single sound, papa didn't even flinch when I accidentally hit his head with my elbow, and Kris didn't even snore.
Lately, he keeps telling me to rendezvous with him in the middle of the night instead of hanging out in daylight like what normal people do... but that's what makes all of this fun and exciting. I love the rush of adrenaline whenever I wake up around midnight to strap my shoelaces and jog down the stairs while being as quiet as a mouse. I crave the feeling of running out of the black house and into night, forgetting all the creepy crawlies in that awful house I live in...
I wonder if I love him. Or, do I just love the feeling of loving him?
I sneaked out of the house again. Mama didn't hear a single sound, papa didn't even flinch when I accidentally hit his head with my elbow, and Kris didn't even snore.
Lately, he keeps telling me to rendezvous with him in the middle of the night instead of hanging out in daylight like what normal people do... but that's what makes all of this fun and exciting. I love the rush of adrenaline whenever I wake up around midnight to strap my shoelaces and jog down the stairs while being as quiet as a mouse. I crave the feeling of running out of the black house and into night, forgetting all the creepy crawlies in that awful house I live in...
I wonder if I love him. Or, do I just love the feeling of loving him?
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this is my first orig fiction and i don't even know please don't hate