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New Lyrics: I Went Upstairs in Darkness

I Went Upstairs in Darkness by, Melissa R. Mendelson
I went upstairs in darkness. The children were all in bed, Dreaming their innocent dreams, Only to awake after the sunrise.
I went upstairs in darkness. The shadows gave me peace. I took that moment of quiet To cry myself to sleep.
Chorus: This world is erratic. It haunts me every day. The news is onslaught, And I get down on my knees to pray. It’s the nights that I welcome. It’s the nights I wish to stay. The world seems so quiet, But its silence fades far, far away.
I went upstairs in darkness, Leaving my worry behind. The television’s on static, And the telephone wires are tied.
I went upstairs in darkness. Please, just let me be. I need to find an escape, Where I can only be me.
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Bridge: I went upstairs in darkness as this world circles my home.  If I turn the lights on, I’ll see all that is wrong, and I just need some time alone. Before chaos kicks the front door in and all the children scream for school, I want to sit in this corner and listen to t…

Dystopian Short Story: I’m Not Sorry

I’m Not Sorry Melissa R. Mendelson
Emily stood beside her bedroom window and watched her fellow peers board the school bus.  Most of them ignored her or didn’t realize that she was watching them.  Two older boys noticed, and they turned her way.  And one gave her an ugly grin, and Emily touched the jagged, red scratch on her right cheek.  She watched the other boy smack his friend on the shoulder, and then they boarded the bus.  And the bus disappeared down the street. “I’m not going to work today,” Emily heard her mother say.  “I’ll stay home with you.”  Emily knew that her mother was standing behind her near the bedroom door, and she was waiting for an answer.  “Do you want to stay in today, Emily?” “I don’t care,” Emily sighed.  “I just don’t want to go to school.” “Well, you can stay home today, but you have to go back tomorrow.” “Do I have to?”  Emily turned and looked up at her mother.  “I really don’t want to go back.” “Emily, you have to, and your father would want you to.  Could you…