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"Viola, we need to talk."

Trembling under a mound of covers and shame, a young woman listens to her mother's gentle crooning from behind her bedroom door.

There, she's safe.

There, Viola can pretend.

"Viola, we need to talk. Are you listening?"

She is but, Viola refuses to take it in. She sinks into a deep depression filled with purples and dark reds, blues splattered with the barest hint of black.

Viola killed a man. Viola killed her own dad.

"Viola, we need to talk. Are you listening? I promise I'll have the money soon."

Viola isn't a monster... yet.

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    D.M. over 8 years ago

    Sinister! Great way to tell the story.

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