When she was seven years old, her bed was pink and white and crammed to the brim with [[stuffed animals.]]And she loved each one with [[all her heart.]]She would go to bed [[whispering to them—]]stories about this and that and [[every little thing.]]And one day, when the little neighbor boy [[told her]]that only stupid people played with dolls and [[she was stupid,]]she cried her tears into her sheets and clung to a [[million stuffed faces.]]In the morning, she changed her sheets and took them to the laundry room because [[they were dirty,]]and her mom and dad asked her [[why she was sad,]]and when [[she told them,]]they hugged her and made her [[feel better.->two]][[two->When she was twelve]][[one->Untitled Passage]]When she was twelve years old, her bed was [[dark purple]]and crammed to the brim with glossy magazines that she [[read before bedtime.]]And she loved each one with [[all her heart.->all her heart 2]]She would go to bed whispering their words and making sure she remembered [[every little bit.]]And one day, when the neighbor boy [[told her->told her 2]]that she was fat and ugly and [[still stupid,]]she cried her tears into her sheets and clung to [[a million bound papers.]]In the morning, she changed her sheets and took them to the laundry room because [[they were dirty,->they were dirty two]]and her mom and dad asked her [[why she was sad,->why she was sad 2]]and when [[she told them,->she told them 2]]they said that it was just a phase and that [[everything was fine.->three]][[three->sixteen]]When she was sixteen years old, her bed was light blue and [[completely empty]]because the magazines were on the shelf and the stuffed animals were [[donated to charity.]]And one day, when the neighbor boy came over and [[told her->rape]]she was [[beautiful]]as he kissed her and pulled out [[her hair]]and fucked her into [[oblivion,]]she cried her tears into her sheets and clung to nothing because there was nothing to [[hold on to.]]In the morning, she changed her sheets and took them to the laundry room because [[they were dirty->she was dirty]]and her mom and dad didn’t ask [[why she was sad->almost the end]]because [[they weren't home->three2]][[three->ending]]She was still [[sixteen years old]]when she took [[a bottle of pills]]and [[swallowed them all.]]She didn’t whisper about stories or magazines or stuffed animals or the little neighbor boy who [[wasn’t little anymore.]]Instead, she crawled between the [[clean sheets]]and, for the first time, [[kept them clean]]as she went to [[sleep.]]end A Some Strange Circus game Written by Chelsea Sieg Copyright 2015