She waded through mud, her feet became heavy by the alternative burying in the Earth. She was soaking wet and she stared at the rain pouring down, pestering and hurting her. Everything right now seemed to her as hurting because she'd been hurt from inside."Rot in peace!", she yelled at the tombstones, splashing water drops around her mouth.The dark cemetery stared back at her, a creature this fearless. Wind swept along her direction.Destruction, mayhem, chaos, everything was happening. Everything.She knocked her diary, the one she told the untold in, inside the grave she dug. The grave of someone she knew.Then she embraced the shovel, resting on the bark of a tree and heaved all Earth back. The mud was very thin in consistency since it was raining. Stomping on the marsh puddles, she burried all hurting memories or as she thought she did.She gurgled under her breath, "My life is collapsing...crumbling... meaningless and all the sick words one can think of".The thunder rose."Lo

I leaned in my chamber and stuffed books and notebooks in my backpack. I didn't care what junk I was taking and slammed the locker door shut.I walked past the hallway, contrary to the overpopulation of thudding shoes everyday, very few people were present due to homecoming. Especially girls. I wasn't facing anyone and tried to finish the day while pretending to be invisible. I don't want to hear Jessica's and Lucy's names.I walked with my head down but with rotating eyes. I think everyone is talking about me. Everyone knows. I gulped my spit and turned my head up.Everything felt the same. The Janitor's son got bullied, the same pain in his eyes. The groups were laughing wildly, the same carefree grin in their eyes.Everything is the same. Everything is normal. Nobody knows.Nobody...Suddenly someone whacked a back of hand against my shoulder from behind. I spun and blowed a fist in the face with all waking energy. The person tripped and landed on the arse."You?", my voice choked

"Do I have a word in here?", Lisa shouted through the high volume. I turned it down but my eyes remained glued to the screen."I told you about the dinner with Amanda", she yelled, "Any valid explanation for not changing yet?"."I didn't like it!", I seldom say a whole sentence."You better go else this is on you", she waved, "No computer for a month!"."This isn't fair!", I protested.She smiled victoriously.I half-heartedly clambered upstairs and scowled at the stupid thing waiting for me on my bed.A floral frock in red, yellow and orange.I pulled it down and spun as I saw my reflection, flashing my legs through it as it suspended. I looked so behaved and nice."What a trap!", I thought.I had a sudden impulse to show it to Lisa. Not for her wet kisses but that way I can debt her. She'll have to do something for me cause I did what she said.I smiled as I made my way to her room. It was at the end of the short hall. It was dark and I had to fumble along the wall, unable to find t

I rang the bell. I heard it chime, once, twice, thrice in my house. No reply. I stumbled off the front stoop and made my way to the back. The kitchen door was locked too. I knocked on it, loudly.I pressed my forehead against the glass on the door and peered in. She's not home, I realized.I backed away from the door and darted around the steps. The window, it's open. I squeezed and dropped myself in on the sink. Everything stood in dark. The linoleum floor squeaked with my dirty sneakers.I felt drowsy from the sleeplessness. I stepped up the stairs and leaning on the knob, I pushed the door open, all the way and just flopped on the inviting bed.I awoke in the afternoon, feeling a little steadier. I hung my legs down. The air felt so suffocating. I traipsed past my dirty clothes, lying on the floor.I brushed the sour taste from my mouth. Slapped the dirt off my face and neck and stared at my reflection awkwardly.Is this me?The split up lip. The swelled eye. The blood-smeared nos

Too much. Too much for my ears. I pressed them shut."She passed over me for that asshole, so I killed her... No heat, no heartaches!".He seemed crazy, he is a psycho, I reminded myself. Your father is a psycho. This thought, this sick thought that whom I've been considering my father, isn't my father is enough to drain blood from my body. His blood from my body.I felt like being ran over by a stampede. I stumbled towards the stairs not dating to see the man behind me who just confessed he's my father. He continued to laugh behind me. I heard him laughing and stomping on the blood-soaked camisole he threw.I hauled myself up the stairs, rushing and tripping over many.His words rang in my ears.Elijah Miller. Elijah Miller.I killed her. I killed her.I staggered and dragged myself to the rear end of the hallway. I couldn't breathe in the humid morning air and I began with the long, painful cry.Bowling out, I bumped into a guy and stared at his unshaven mouth, opening wide as if he