The comforting but unknowing voice had kept telling me to do something that kept scaring me, something I could've never imagined myself doing to those I cared about. I didn't want to do an action so horrid, but there was a tone in my subconscious that made it seem as if it would feel so... Right. As if it would've helped me feel good.

No. It wasn't right. It was horrible to even let me think of such things. My new mom was right. I should've been locked away years ago from the very beginning, when I was still just a child and crying over stupid things, and making a fuss about complete garbage. I hated it so much!

But this voice didn't want me to dwell on the past. It continued to egg me on until my fingers shook in a sudden flush of excitement, my body shaking and unable to think. I wanted to do this... So badly. I don't know why, or what, or how, but I was dying to make my next step...

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2019 Playhouse artwork... It's been a while since I drew something for it, but finally this wall to my art block is breaking.

Drawing belongs to Me

The Playhouse (Hesitating if I'll change it's name) and its Characters belong to Me