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BRIGHTON MED FANNY I 3 VECKOR!
After dinner, he went straight to bed. He had gotten the feeling that something was wrong during the meal. More wrong than usual. He entered his room, his oasis of tranquility as it felt at the moment, his shelter from the nightly hurricane that revisited him every night. He threw his body onto the tidy bed that he had neatly made in the morning, just before breakfast. He gazed across the room. What caught his eye was the bookshelf, leaning against his blue wallpaper, with vague stripes in a darker shade printed on them.The room was dim, but he still saw the items on the shelf very clearly. Maybe it was because he had seen them from his bed every night for the last couple of years. There was a deck of playing cards, with Star Wars instead of the usual print of kings and queens. Right next to it was a ragged baseball, but it was very special to him despite its condition since it was signed by his favorite player. He grew tired of the dull view after a while and rolled over, facing the wall. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. An attempt to relax was made and he merely enjoyed the silence echoing between the walls in his room of innocence. He cherished every second of it, knowing that it could be over in a flash.
Within half an hour, the circus had begun like clockwork. First came the loud voices, then the shouting and at last, the screaming. It was all muffled by several walls, but did not hurt less in little James’ ears. He crawled in underneath the cover and tried to block out the noise. Usually, he maintained that position until he got tired and fell asleep, but tonight, it did not seem to work. The cries were too much to bear. The little boy had had enough. The rage was boiling inside of him. This was something that rarely happened to James. The anger was towards his parents for treating him this way. For letting him grow up like this. To be stuck in what seemed like a never ending carousel.
The room was dim, but he still saw the items on the shelf very clearly. Maybe it was because he had seen them from his bed every night for the last couple of years. There was a deck of playing cards, with Star Wars instead of the usual print of kings and queens. Right next to it was a ragged baseball, but it was very special to him despite its condition since it was signed by his favorite player. He grew tired of the dull view after a while and rolled over, facing the wall. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. An attempt to relax was made and he merely enjoyed the silence echoing between the walls in his room of innocence. He cherished every second of it, knowing that it could be over in a flash.
Within half an hour, the circus had begun like clockwork. First came the loud voices, then the shouting and at last, the screaming. It was all muffled by several walls, but did not hurt less in little James’ ears. He crawled in underneath the cover and tried to block out the noise. Usually, he maintained that position until he got tired and fell asleep, but tonight, it did not seem to work. The cries were too much to bear. The little boy had had enough. The rage was boiling inside of him. This was something that rarely happened to James. The anger was towards his parents for treating him this way. For letting him grow up like this. To be stuck in what seemed like a never ending carousel.
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