Community Stories. Get Inspired, Get Underlined

So Many Questions

By @Of_Wondrous_Tales

Why?

Why did my mother scowl at me when I came home, like I wasn’t supposed to? I didn’t know.

Why did my father spend his nights away when he was supposed to be watching me? I didn’t know.

Why when my sister cried at night, did I hear my name over and over, like I was a curse? I didn’t know.

Why did the teachers at school give me pitying glances and ask if I wanted to see the counselor? I didn’t know.

Turns out, I did know, I was just too thick to admit it to myself. Because people thought there was something wrong with me. Of course there wasn’t, but that didn’t matter much. After all, who believes a necromancer?

Join the conversation

Like
Like Love Haha Wow Sad Angry
1
Post a comment
1 Like 0 Comments
Like
Like Love Haha Wow Sad Angry
1

Become a Book Nerd

When you’re not reading books, read our newsletter.

Underlined