Misery Retold
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- Misery Retold
- By Corinna Bou
- look at him
- oh my...
- *mumbling*
- look at him
- oh my...
- YOU PEOPLE ARE RUDE. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS FEELS LIKE!
- *mumbling*
- I miss my son so much. They do not care what I have just gone through
- Those people, they just do not understand a loss like this
- this room is so empty now with out my son.
- I cannot handle this grief anymore. It is to hard to take
- maybe being in my sons favorite place will help me feel better...
- Good Afternoon Freddy.
- Where is your son? My best friend.
- WAIT. DID HE JUST TALK!
- He's dead Freddy.
- what do you mean he is dead?
- He died a couple days ago. He passed in his sleep. I miss him so much. Do you want to take a walk outside?
- I would love that. Maybe I can help you through this loss?
- How is this horse supposed to help me get through this loss? He does not understand this kind of pain. And since when does he talk?
- It hurts Freddy. This loss of my son. And no one in town understands.
- I understand sir. But remember that the more you grieve on this loss the more it will effect you.
- I understand that. And I know it does not feel like everything will be okay right now, it will be okay in the end.
- That seems a lot easier said than done.
- Keep your head up sir. I know its crazy to think you are talking to a horse right now. But talking about this grief with someone who will actually talk back may help you.
- You know Freddy. That makes me feel a lot better. Thank you for looking out for me.
- The End...
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