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I wrestled the blankets as if it were a life or death battle. The blankets, however, didn’t care if they lost or won, they were just blankets after all. My eyes were stinging, begging for rest, yet no matter how many times I shut them, the phantom fingers pushed them back up, demanding them to stay open. I focused on the darkness of my room, trying to make out figures, at least this was better than the white dizziness when I close my eyes. I stressed myself, “I need sleep, I have to wake up early tomorrow” repeatedly as if it were a spell I ...
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To turn Sixteen is to stand in the rain, fully clothed and taste the earth. That's how turning sixteen makes me feel. Technically, I haven’t turned sixteen yet, only a few days. A few insignificant days that leads to an insignificant event. When Sarah turned sixteen we threw a huge party, she was found passed out in the garden the next day, the only thing I remembered from that night was making out with Robert on the front porch, his arm slipped around my waist and then I threw up. Sarah also said I was boring “Come on! You’re turning 1...
The house was ablaze. Burning with children’s laughter and whispering moms. On the wall, splashes of paint formed by tiny fingers and what can only be assumed is the birthday cake. Boxes of presents dressed themselves in colorful outfits from aunts and uncles laid undisturbed on the table, hiding the beast within. Outside in the garden, tiny feet bounced, ran, jumped and danced under the blazing sun followed by yells of worried middle aged women. The sparkling “Happy 12th Birthday” crafted by clumsy hands hung loosely on the front door. Insi...
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