He Said, "It's Not Your Fault I Love You"_ Broken_KICK AT THE CAT_The Graveyard Shift
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He Said, "It's Not Your Fault I Love You"
I spent my whole life believing that because I wasn’t in love at 13, or 14, or 15 or whenever I heard the right song or watched the right movie, I would never be “in love.” Then I met a boy who tore me apart through text messages and monthly meetings and a final rejection so kind that I couldn’t even allow myself to be bitter. After that, I really didn’t feel. I was used to having more crushes than I could count on my fingers and suddenly I would go to school dances and look around at the throng of boys I had known since middle school and find myself repulsed by them. I didn’t want anyone. Mor...
Broken
Every step makes me feel claustrophobic and nauseous, and home-sick even though I just got here. I wonder why I even talked myself into coming here in the first place when I knew I would feel like leaving the moment I reach here. Maybe, then, I thought I could start moving on. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Hey, you can do this! I remind myself for the umpteenth time. I remember how I was just not too long ago. Star of any party. Strangers, begging me to hang out with them so that they can get acknowledged in some sort. I start walking, staring down. When was the last time I made a co...
KICK AT THE CAT
Inside a speeding car, an angry man drives aggressively through the city streets. The song Lunatic Fringe (by Red Rider) blares from the car stereo. The melody hearkens back to the man’s high school rugby days as his team’s hype-song before they took the field. The man pounds on his steering wheel in time with the music. Adrenaline courses through his veins. Images blurred by the windows of his car: concrete buildings; flashes of street lights; streaks of chrome; the Doppler effect of car horns. He suddenly switches off the car stereo. His eyes stare ahead as he drives, determined and unyieldi...
The Graveyard Shift
“Don! Did you take your medicine?”, I heard my mother yell from the stairs, uttering seemingly the only words that she said to me every day, twice a day, like clockwork. Her footsteps escalated as she made her way up to my room, that happened to be the lovely basement of our home. Go figure. I didn’t mind though; I liked the isolation and the fulfillment of my desires to be secluded from others. That includes mywww.onedoor.cc own family, or lack thereof since it was just mother and I that resided in our home. Even with those living conditions and arrangements, mother could be overbearing at times, ok all th...