I pushed my hand through my hair like I usually do when I’m frustrated, sad, or just don’t know what to do. I don’t know why she would do that. We love each other so much. I don’t know what I can do.
I tumbled onto my bed and I heard this extreme scratching sound. Oh geez it better not be that freaking cat. I turn and see the paint and the wood of my walls slowly peeling off into shapes of words.Dont underestimate life, otherwise life will underestimate you.
What? Clearly nothing was peeling off the paint. How was this possible? I walked up and ran my fingers over the wall.Suddenly,I heard the scratching sound again. I turned to see the my other wall was being scratched.Believe me, for I know your future.
“Who are you,” I whispered. The walls did not reply. Was I going crazy? No I don’t think so. Who was that? Wait, who is that?
I have a feeling I will know soon. But now I know that walls can speak.

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