“Come on, come on.” Al was practically bouncing out of her skin. “On three. One. . .” I grasped the metal latch. “Two. . .” Flipped the latch up. “Three.” I pushed back the lid and picked up a picture of our 12-year old selves. Albie’s black hair was in pigtails and she had on … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Ch.2 Pt. 3
You mask your bruises with that perfect life; the big house, the fancy car, loving husband. We see you.
This is how it is, and it’s not going to change. The choice is up to you and that is where I lose
I met Albie in the abandoned parking lot across from her house and climbed through the tunnel that led to our makeshift fort. Al was the first person to talk to me after mom and I moved. I walked into my new classroom and all eyes bore into me. I felt like an animal locked … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Ch.2 Pt.2
“Mom!” I flung open my bedroom door. “What did you do with my bag?” I went to the sitting room and threw the blankets off of the couch. My clutch wasn’t buried between any of the cushions. “I have to meet Albie in ten minutes.” “I’m in here, dear.” Her voice sang from the last … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Chapter 2
I snapped out of my daydream. “Did you just say Friday?” Jared caught my eye again. “I will not be going anywhere with you in five days. I have school, a job, and friends here. My life is here. You can’t just take me away from everything.” “I can and I. . .” “You will … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Part 6
The room was exactly like every other room in this place. Run down and mismatched looking like a tornado had swept through. It served as both our dining room and our living room. Mom loved watching The Bachelor on Monday, chili night, and always told me there was no point in a table when you … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Part 5
Every so often you’ll have that person who walks into your life and turns everything around. They come in many forms: a professor that shows how much they care, a significant other, a best friend. The moment you open your heart to them you realize that your life will never be the same again. They … Continue reading To Those Special Friends
Voices from outside my door pulled me back into the present. “Why is this door locked?” a husky voice said from the other side. “You let her have a lock on her door?”
I couldn’t coax myself out of bed the next morning. My mind fought every attempt to forget about what happened. It was my fault Brooke was gone.