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SHORT Short Story

She sat there in her small room, after just waking up from her first sober sleep in almost six months.  The nappy brown hair that fell to her shoulders smelled of cigrette smoke and cinnamin, a smell that she was so used to.  Her deep blue sleepy eyes glanced around at the four wood walls that held her captive.  The began to swell with tears of shame, and a few drops fell to her plump pale chekks.  Never again , she told herself , never again.  Her world had revolved around drugs, alcohol, and sex.  Most of her days had a routine: wake up with a strange man, drink a beer with breakfast,a shot of heroin for lunch, meth and martinis for dinner, falling asleep with a different strange man.  "I will not do this anymore, I promice myself this," she whispered bravely.  On the verge of her 21st year she began her new life.


She sat there in her small room, after just waking up from her first sober sleep in almost six months.  The nappy brown hair that fell to her shoulders smelled of cigrette smoke and cinnamin, a smell that she was so used to.  Her deep blue sleepy eyes glanced around at the four wood walls that held her captive.  The began to swell with tears of shame, and a few drops fell to her plump pale chekks.  Never again , she told herself , never again.  Her world had revolved around drugs, alcohol, and sex.  Most of her days had a routine: wake up with a strange man, drink a beer with breakfast,a shot of heroin for lunch, meth and martinis for dinner, falling asleep with a different strange man.  "I will not do this anymore, I promice myself this," she whispered bravely.  On the verge of her 21st year she began her new life.

Short Story 2(not done)

She sat in the tree house a place she shared with him. A large book in her small hands and Pantera playing on a small CD player in the corner.  Tears still lingered in her morose blue eyes.  He was leaving her today, for a place far away.  She licked the salty tears that remained on her pink chapped lips.  "Helena," she heard a loud deep voice call out.  "Mikey," she whispered before peering out the Little Mermaid curtain that served at the door.  There he stood, Mikey, his shaggy blonde hair hanging in front of her brown eyes.  Helena smiled on accident, a smile seemed to always find its way to her face when she saw him.  "I came to say goodbye," Mikey softly said when he reached the top of the stairs.  She held back the tears,