Estella

She got home one day, and her room was filled with stars. Her mother had stuck these plastic glow in the dark stars up on the walls. The same stars that would be torn off one day, leaving peeled paint in their wake.

They blinked at her in the darkness of the night, smiling knowingly at her thoughts and aggressions.

How infuriating.

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