I Will Lay Me Down_For Ava_Don't talk about it, Be about it_And To My Parents, A Very Happy Anni
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I Will Lay Me Down
TW: Suicidal thoughtsWe were coming back from a day trip to Fallingwater and stopped to swim in a river that cut through the low-slung hills. After an hour of driving, our stepdad, Mark, a native to the general area, pointed out the windscreen. “Here! We can picnic just on the side.”Mom dropped her feet, from where they'd been sunning on the dashboard. She offered one of her signature, premeditated smiles. “How nice.”Beth, my sister, drab and dreary, huffed. Lately, she spent her mornings expertly patting her face ghostly with pale creams and taking over half an hour detailing her eyeliner. Sh...
For Ava
TW: Contains mentions of mental health, anorexia, suicide and instability March 28 5:09:37 AM I don't think I should be here. I ponder it often, why I am even here. It’s not like I think I would be better off dead or any of that shit, I just don't know if I belong here. Sometimes, instead of seeing the ceiling above my bed at night, I see versions of myself, all jumbled in with the sticky glow in the dark stars I still haven’t taken down since my sleepover birthday party when I was eight. I see myself if I was black, maybe shorter, blonder, maybe if I was gay. I see myself painted and scrap-bo...
Don't talk about it, Be about it
AN: This story contains sexual themes and strong languageI was woken abruptly by the sound of music, extremely loud conversations, and laughter. "3:47?" I grumble, squinting to gaze at my bright phone screen, "That's later than last week." I tried desperately to fall back asleep while covering my ears with each side of my pillow, but I soon gave up. I rose from my bed and walked to my closet, where I put on a pair of jeans and a jacket before exiting my apartment. I repeatedly pounded on my neighbor's door and rang the doorbell. The door took a while to open up, and on the other side stood a m...
And To My Parents, A Very Happy Anniversary
“You just can’t keep doing this, Ethan,” she huffed on a strained laugh that sounded about halfway between incredulity and desperation. “You can’t keep throwingwww.onedoor.cc yourself these stupid parties every year, especially to celebrate a day which, even you have to admit, most people would never want to acknowledge, least of all celebrate. And,” Moe finished her little tirade by waving her finger in the air in a way that definitely screamed “person-in-charge,” “you especially can’t keep throwing these parties if this is to be the aftermath after every single one of them.”At this, Ethan could do nothing...