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I've been having issues with my dad lately.
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Hunger and need crawl up my spine and into my head yelling
and screaming and telling me they needed more more that I needed more more more
and I..
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5:53 AM.
I blink. The dark is there, no matter if I close or open my eyes.
The sound of silence rings in my ears. 7 days. I closed my eyes..
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Depression is cliche. Too many people talk about it, in ways that make it overrated, embarrassing, laughable, poser. Depression is depression, and th..
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I stare out across the lunchroom. I'm the only one sitting
alone. I like it better that way, otherwise it makes me feel like someone is
hol..
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It smells of stale bread. I'm wasting my time sitting in a small, claustrophobic room with a woman who wears long dresses and 80's beads, that smells..
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"Okay, question one. Why are you in the facility?" "That's easy. I'm in here because I'm not allowed out." Charlotte grimaced. "Funny. What's the rea..
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I sit on my bed, faced away from the door after Charlotte leaves. I stare at my hands with their palms up and watch them shake. I remember a joke my ..
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I'm standing in the bathroom. Water drips down
my back and into the towel wrapped around my waist. The showers are still on,
reminding me t..
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"So what's up with your mom?" The lunchroom is loud, but I can hear her perfectly fine. She's eating the lunch food from her tray with a disgusted lo..
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