In this prompt, you must write a story about a picture frame. You can use the shape as you choose.
A started has be provided: I was framed...
I was framed...there on the beige wall, a mahogany craved frame contain a photograph of me. It was hideous. Of all the photos they took throughout the years they just had to pick them one that I looked terrible in. I wish I could knock it down and burn it, but then it'll lead to an awkward conversation about why I hate it so much. I don't need them to look at me like I'm messed up. I know that I'm not perfect.
I also don't want another lecture on how I should be more confident and to stop worrying about what other people think. It's not about my appearance, it's the fact that when that photo was taken it was during a time that I wasn't myself. I was depressed, angry and on the verge of giving up. I don't want to see that picture every time I come to visit my parents for the holidays. It's a terrible reminder of how selfish and desperate I was for an escape.
Maybe I can get Brian to use his water gun to damage the picture? Or maybe break it some how. I really want to get rid of it. I'm even willing to bribe him. It's ridiculous that I have to resort to that but it's better then confronting them about it. I learned long ago that they aren't understanding people. I just hope this goes according to plan and not spiral out of control.
 DamnBlackHeart · Fri Jan 17, 2014 @ 06:24pm · 0 Comments |
