burning rain
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Luna
It was back. The explosions in my head. The pictures. The memories. It was awful. I could see a cramped attic, many books, my adoptive parents. They were yelling. At me and at each other. My brain screamed and I clutched my head as if it would piece it back together. My eyes were squeezed shut but some tears managed to escape. I snuffled my nose and then waited as the pain slowly left, taking the images with it. I loosened up when it was fully gone and stopped clutching my head. I slowly picked the book back up and wiped the tears away. I dusted the book off and stood up.
Luna
It was back. The explosions in my head. The pictures. The memories. It was awful. I could see a cramped attic, many books, my adoptive parents. They were yelling. At me and at each other. My brain screamed and I clutched my head as if it would piece it back together. My eyes were squeezed shut but some tears managed to escape. I snuffled my nose and then waited as the pain slowly left, taking the images with it. I loosened up when it was fully gone and stopped clutching my head. I slowly picked the book back up and wiped the tears away. I dusted the book off and stood up.