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The Nature of Things
March 6th: “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.”That’s what they always tell me, that’s all they have to offer me. They pat me on the shoulder and whisper those empty words like I’m supposed to then look up to the dim heavens and offer my gratitude. I’m disgusted and I’m broken. March 10th:I cried again today. I was doing what I already know to be wrong and recalling old memories. They’re such a brutal kiss, I get to taste the sweet sweet lips of love just as it's pulling away from me. I lean forward to try and chase it, e...
The Bathtub
TW: self-harm, suicideOn the eve of my thirteenth birthday, my mother rose from bed in the middle of the night, ran herself a bath and slit her wrists in the tub. I found her the morning she died. I rose from bed, my spirits high. I had it already planned out what I would say to my friends at school, how I would tell them that I was officially a teenager, not a child anymore, when they would ask if I wanted to join the boys in an afternoon game of ball. I entered the bathroom, blinking away sleep and reached for my toothbrush on the counter when I stopped. In the mirror’s reflection I saw a th...
The Secret Stew Ingredient
The Wiebolds each received an invitation to dinner at Gus Amante’s house. Gus had been a family friend as long as any of them remembered. All accepted the invitation and looked forward to enjoying his special stew. Gus Amante, a local chef, was busy cooking for his dinner party. He reached for his special seasoning and knocked over a bottle of Amobarbital into the stew. He grabbed the bottle before all the pills spilled and fished the cap out of the stew. The drug had www.onedoor.ccbeen prescribed for his insomnia but he hadn’t taken it for months now. He had even forgotten it was on the spice shelf. It is ...
Eye Witness
This isn’t my room. These aren’t my clothes. This, this is not my face Rae thought looking in the mirror. Looking around she noticed blankets on the windows and locks on the bedroom door. What is this place? Where am I? She went towards the window trying to look out but her ankle dragged on something, looking down she saw a heavy chain padlocked around it. What is going on? Scared she tried to scream but nothing came out. The bedroom door snapped open and a heavy set woman stood there staring at her. She was talking but Rae couldn’t make out what she was saying she stepped back but it felt lik...