~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Looking back at my moments of regret and loss, I really thought about what I became.I had a smooth job to get through my bills, but I always felt empty, like when I was with my friends at the parking lot, doing some tricks and whatnot, and they just left ma, I felt horrible them and I want to show everyone I want that girl that we mopey over a Brando or stuff. I was a woman with leadership. But my empty heart was fill with stones and bricks, as they carried me heavier away from my body, I felt totally useless. But I will prevail. I'm not weak. I am strong. Not frail. I stood up from the flames and hurried into my house where I was finding my stuff of memories. Could I stop this? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumbling through all my stuff, I noticed my parents with me and my friends at a birthday party when I was about right, me with a huge smile that was probably plastered there, with ponytails and huge dimples. That was me. Always bright, but I always had one thing on my mind. Who had I become now? I checked through my lists of friends. They seemed so peaceful and cheerful, as I once had. But the smell of smoke really entered my mind. Oh right. The piano. I checked outside and noticed the neighbors that lived in my neighborhood was taking the fire out, skinny and frail, with knots in her hair and wrinkles sagging from her face. She looked depressed, but she seemed foggy over the embers of the fire that was put out. She looked at me with disgust,"Did YOU DO THIS?" she bickered. "Yes."I sighed. "Well why don't you stop bring a bitch and use the piano once in a whole. That piano must have costed $200,000 dollars, but you waste it. Aren't you ashamed?" How could I be? AND ALSO, the woman was using whipped cream to put out the fire, she was basically covered in embers, like a s'more, but she was too pale to be a s'more, like a undercooked marsh mellow. Is that how I will stay like? I rusty old cook who will be covered in whipped cream? "Nope."and I slammed the porch door on her face. Oh fuck her. I sat down on my couch as I still fumbled through forgotten memories, and I kept pushing myself away from everything. The woman was in the back, probably being jumped by that dog that lives in my shed. Did I mention I have a dog that lives in my rusty shed? Yes, and his name is Sprinkles. I found Sprinkles on a frosty night, when I saw him in a box, hungry and cold, and two other pups with her. I took care of them, they actually healed my heart a bit. I named the first one Box, because he kept licking the box and I thought he was in live with it, so I decided that he was meant for that name. The second was named Rod, because he would always like to stay with Sprinkles top much...anyway. As I took care of them, one day, Box and Rod left, I never saw sight of them. But Sprinkles was there, at my feet, happy. Even though she's an ugly dog who might be rabid, she protects me, I think that's for saving her life, I don't care, I have a DOG! As I looked through the pictures, my mind studied on the piano. It was burnt, useless, and forgotten, like me. But it was still existing. Like me. I drifted off into a deep sleep, clinging on to nice thoughts, as Sprinkles pissed on the lady barking. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I still have more! But it's a preview :3