Dirty little secret

Me:... I've got nothing to say... Let's just start then.

Ishot up when I regainedconsciousnessonly to cringe in pain and fall back onto my back. I looked around at where I was. I was in a large bed with dark purplecomfortersand black sheets and pillows. The walls were light soothing shade of red. I felt my head were my wound had been to find a cast around it. I found that I had been bathed for the years ofexcessivedirt and muck were gone from my skin to show how pale it was and my hair wasn't greasy anymore. I waswaringa pair of silk night clothes. I felt my sore neck to find my mothers necklace was missing. It was my only thing torememberher by. My eyes started to fill up with tears and I began to cry.

"What's wrong?"A voice asked. I looked up to try and find the voice but saw nothing.

"Down here!"I heard. I looked down to find a boy no bigger than an ant.

"Who are you?"I asked the boy.

"I 'am Petit Violon Garçon! But you may call me Petit."The boy said.

Sorry few peoples thatactuallyread thisbut I have to cut this short. But to make up for it you get to see a pic of Petit!