• I climbed down the tree, thinking as I did, "Is it really worth it? Is it worth all the pain and suffering to run out of this house? Away, into the world?" But I looked through the window and saw my parents arguing, screaming and hitting, and I jumped down and ran.
    That was years ago. today, I'm living my life in a mansion, as a servant. Ha, gotcha there didn't I? I clean, and work, all the time hoping I'll have enough money to get my own place.
    Sometimes I go down to the ocean and sit on the beach, closing my eyes and listening to the roar of the waves. It's so peaceful. I feel... whole. I love it there.
    One night, I went to the beach and saw a whale washed up on it. I saw it was dying, and no one could save it. I heard that while whales were on the beach they could be dangerous, but in that short hour it was alive, I spoke to it, and it spoke to me. When it drew it's last breath, a single tear escaped from my eye. And it rests in peace.

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