Story 2: Constructed

Walls of thick layers have been built around her. Every single brick has a word written on the inside: FEAR. She’s surrounded, this words attack her, and she’s wrapped by cold walls. For instants, she can break some part of it, and breathe, feel the fresh air, feel alive. Some other time, the ghost comes near, take the brick on the floor, and place it back again, hiding the sunshine from her sight, from her skin. No more fresh air, she feels like dying for God sake! Sometimes her view is blurry, and this makes her not be able to think well. She tries her hardest to break this wall, to destroy it, but how? She needs the same time ghosts and demons used to built it…maybe a little more…it’s not easy, not easy at all.
She’s scared, cold, and need a break…her hands hurt, these walls are hard. Her heart hurts also…she just wants to feel some peace, and accomplish everything planned, just help her move; help her taking apart these walls! Help her! There is so much to do, to write, to live. Give her the same tools to do it... but help her…so she can start writing something…