I feel it
all at once. All the sadness and grief and confusion. It all comes rushing to me the second I wake up, tears rolling down my cheeks as my heart begins to beat faster and faster and faster. Today is November fourth.Cam's birthday.
Inever understoodhow people could just feel broken. How they could be so broken in their soul that they could physically feel it as if they were being pounded down to nothing. Until they felt dead inside. Now I understand. I finally understand the many ways you could kill someone without stoppin
ALLI see is red. The repetitive beeps sound from every angle and I have no idea what it is until my eyes shoot open. A stinging sensation pierces through my eyes as the white light of the room hits me. Once my eyes adjust to the brightness, my head begins to pound as if it's been smashed against pavement. I try moving, but my body is stiff. My eyes trail down my b
ALLI see is darkness.Everything is pitch black and I look around realizing that I'm in water again. I begin to panic until it registers that there is no crushing pain on my chest–no overwhelming feeling of being suffocated because this time, I'm notdrowning. I'm just... here. The
Ifeel trapped. Like a fragile, caged animal. It has only been a day since my parents told me that I'd be here for another two week for "help" and I feel like I'm going to go crazy. Which is why I'm here, right? To make sure I'm not crazy? "Alexa?" A nurse peeks her head through the door. "It's time for your session."
BOREDOMhas become my worst enemy. I stare out of the window located at the far end of the room, only to be met with a brick wall that hides whatever view is on the other side. I pay no mind to the knock on the door–probably from one of the nurses dropping off my evening meal. The room is deafeningly silent except for the sound of the second hand tickin
"HOWare you feeling today, Ms. Parker?" Dr. Barnes sits in her usual white loveseat, asking the same question that by now, I'm tired of being asked. It's my second to last day here and my last counseling session. "Same as always." I sigh, slumping into the sofa. I hate having to attend these sessions with a passion but since I'm leaving in a da
IT'sthe wednesday before Thanksgiving and the kitchen is littered with plastic bags containing a plethora of ingredients, one of them being a massive turkey. "Oh, you're up!" My mother smiles in surprise as she walks into the kitchen, holding a stack of aluminum trays.
Istep out of my car, shutting the door behind me, and slowly approach the entrance to the school. It's my first time coming here since the incident and I didn't know how everyone would react to me being back knowing what I tried to do a few weeks ago. Fortunately for me, this isn't some cliché high school movie and the most I get are stares as I