POV1

Object: The white wall

At times I felt like closing in on Mrs. And Mr. Mallard basically because they would always be fighting all the time. Things would get so out of hand where they would throw things at each other, like glasses, vases, and pillows just to get their feelings out. It felt like they were taking it out on me because drinks, food, and scars were marked up on me for weeks and months until they felt like cleaning me up. Mrs. Mallard was very simple that it would always drive Mr. Mallard out of he house. Throwing things at each other would get a little played out that he would just feel like leaving and not dealing with her crap any longer. I knew that one day that Mr. Mallard would be blinded by his own anger that he would get into some type of accident one day, until one afternoon it really happened. Josephine, Mrs. Mallard’s friend had came home one day aid a big disappointing message with Mrs. Mallard. Mrs. Mallard was in so much greif while Josephine was comforting her I felt the both of their backs leaning up against me rocking back and forth while Josephine was trying to calm Mrs. Mallard down. Josephine left around when the sun went down, the rays of light from the sun was fading away as the reflection of moons gleam landed on me. The lights were off and it went onto day 6 that Mrs. Mallard was staring at me with no food in here system. She wouldn’t budge to run and get the door like she usually dose, the mail man stopped coming around to drop off the telegrams that people sent to her. I felt the vibration of Josephine banging onto the door on me as her echoe traveled within me screaming for Mrs. Mallard to come out of the room before she makes her self sick, but it was too late, one day Mrs. Mallard felt so gloomy and happy to just get up and walk over to her dresser drawer and pick up something that I thought that she was going to throw it at me, which I was so used to, that she fell into the me with her head and rolled down slowly onto the floor and she just never got up for hours. I couldn’t really do anything but stare down at her and analyze what she looked like lying on the floor.