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The second time I took pills, I had been complaining of a headache. Mom gave me aspirin and it was great. All of a..

It’s so easy to hide that you’re on pills. There are no scars. There are no needles. There is no stinky br..

Karl always comes into my room whenever he wants and it bugs me. My mom doesn’t make him do much to make him st..

We’re not like other families. I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now. We’re a bit dysfunctional, ..

You could say that I don’t have many friends. You could say that I don’t have any. Karl only halfway ..

“I’m cold,” I complain. Karl tosses me a blanket, and I pull it over my head for a few moments. I ta..

Karl got into a fight today at school. Usually he can control his temper, except at home. He gets wild sometimes. ..

Screaming isn’t like me, so why did I? I wake in a daze around three AM. My pillow is wet with my tears from ea..

It’s been a month since all the fighting. Unlike me, Karl can wiggle his way out of therapy and counseling and st..

“What are we going to talk about today?” Mrs. Topek says. I look at her peach-colored walls, all bright and ..