Paranoid: A Short Story

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Tears streamed down my sunken cheeks as I thought about what led up to this moment in my life. If only i'd listen to Mother, I frowned. She must be so worried about, I thought feeling guilt and shame wash over me. It was my fault I was in this predicament. I should've listened to mother, but now it was to late to feel sorry for my actions. Now I sat trapped in this lavish environment that should feel like paradise, but only causes me to cry and sigh more. I just want my life back, my mind silently whispered, going back to the day it all started. "Dear mother," I spoke, "I shall be very lonely while you are away. May I not run down to the shore, and ask some of the sea nymphs to come up out of the waves and play with me?" I added hopefully. Knowimg Mother and her worrisome personality she'd might say no. Mother was a very busy woman. Tending the fields and caring for the wheat, and the Indian corn, and the rye and barley crops. No matter how busy she was she always made sure I was stearing of danger. Paranoid is what I would call her, but I guess mother's know best. …show more content…

"The sea nymphs are good creatures, and will never lead you into any harm. But you must take care not to stray away from them, nor go wandering about the fields by yourself. Young girls, without their mothers to take care of them, are very apt to get into

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