imagination

"Mummy" the young bitter voice filled Miss smiths ears as she glaced down at the young child with eyes pirceing through his soul "not now Jason i'm busy" she groned

Jason stormed of , tears streaming like a river. Miss Smith felt guilt bulid up inside, how could i create a child when i didn't have the time or desire to raise him , he isn't a child i brought into this world with the intention to love and care for ,he is just an experiment another object and with that thought miss Smith carried on cutting carrots.

"Do it Jason" screached the voice "just do it, come with me".Jason had ran to a the only place he felt safe with a beaming smile and eyes glittering in the sun he stared over the edge , feet dangling , ready to jump . "Will you be at the other end waiting for me?" jason questioned the voice "haven't i always been?" it replied , so with a delicate smile jason touched its hand and whispered "I'll seen you on the other side"

Nobody went to jasons funeral as one was not held, nobody had noticed that he was gone. But Jasons soul danced on through the night like a firefly as he greated death with warm open arms. He was finally loved .

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