

ShatteredHow long has it been now? Ten? Twelve days? It's too hard to tell from the exhaustion and hunger. If I hadn't had run out of the house so quickly, maybe I could have grabbed a loaf of bread or an extra coat. My head tilts up towards the midnight sky. Small raindrops fall as a result of the winter chills, roughly landing on my pale face.Shattered
Plip. Plop.
I hadn't eaten in a few days. Now I know how those children in Africa fell on the television. So sad and thin. I had always just turned the station whenever a commercial like that came on. Of course, Daddy never did. He never felt anything when something like that wa
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