You could say she wasn’t lying.
The feeling of peace is just so familiar to me, enveloping me in arms of warmth and serenity. All reminding of Fluff Face for some odd reason. Ignoring my unknown surrounds, I pictured Fluff Face’s chubby brown face and stuffed insides of cotton love. Written in my best handwriting, Fluff Face bore “Daisy Caulfield” on his left paw. Smiling softly, I was comforted …show more content…
Dropping to my knees, I shut my eyes trying to block my emotions from escaping. I lost my parents. They are the ones who need me here. Father with his idiot dad jokes and Mother with her winsome smile gone. And, nothing I could do could fix it. All I seemed to be able to do was scream and scream. Scream into the abyss of clouds. Scream until I had nothing left but a raw voice and blood-red eyes. Within those screams, you could hear years of raw pain and anguish, all once buried deep, flooding out. Within those screams, you could hear what was left of Daisy Caulfield dying, trying desperately to not let her worst fears, abandonment and loneliness, consume