Amelia Rose: A Short Story

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I, Amelia Rose, am so glad to be out of the house! Now that I’m eighteen, I choose to live on my own.The house is a three story mansion with a garden. The owner sold it to me for only a hundred thousand dollars! I was shocked, because this is a big house worth at least ten hundred thousand dollars. The owner was practically begging me to buy the house, so that is what I did. She was a little strange, with scars all over her arms and really jumpy. Other than a sticky, stained floor in the library there are no issues. Well, there was one thing. The one major problem with the house is the clocks. My house is covered in clocks. Now, for most people that’s a good, they will always be able to tell time, but not for me.Therapist after therapist told me the same thing just in …show more content…

How, how could this be happening?!? I thought it was gone!I flashed back to that day when I was seven. “How did you find me?” I whispered to it hoarsely. It just stared back at me with its dead,painted on eyes. This was the bird that had terrorized my dreams, this was the bird the ruined my chance at an ordinary life, this was the bird that gave me chronomentrophobia. It started to say “cuckoo cuckoo!” and I turned an ashy gray. The feeling of terror that I once had had as a child came flooding back in a wave. I screamed, sobbed,and howled, yet the bird kept going. I grabbed the sharpest thing I could find through my hysteria.A piece of glass from all my smashing. I took aim and it hit my target. That target was my wrist. I made seven deep gashes on each wrist in honor of my seven year old self that had had the fear in the first place. As I lay there bleeding to death I made an apology to the previous owner. “I’m sorry for your fear.”, because now I understood. The previous owner, with her scars, nerves and the stained floor in the library, she was a victim of chronomentrophobia. She had gone through the same ordeal I am undergoing. The one difference is that she

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