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I couldn't keep this up, I just wanted to give in. I was so tiered, the new truth about my parents kept haunting me. All I wanted to do was sleep, sleep...

 

 

I opened my eyes, I was in some thought of bed made of iron. I looked at ceiling it was rustic and makeshift. The room was very small and not vey homely. The floor was cold stone with a rug near the bed. Its was very simplistic colours and looked very old and used. The only objects in the room was the light on the ceiling and the table near the bed. The room in a few words was makeshift and old. I sat up and one word shot into my mind, "Michael!" I screamed.