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“I hope you don’t mind a late dinner! Well, actually,” I kept my eyes trained on the stovetop as I spoke, trying to suppress a humored smile, “You can’t blame me for that since it took me forever to get you back upstairs.”It was true–it took up my whole day following this damn man around the city before he settled on a seedy bar to waste his evening in. Lucky for me, I went unnoticed to him. As usual. It should have been more frustrating, I suppose, but he made it so easy to spike his drink I couldn’t complain. The hard part had been draggi...
I’ve never felt sunshine so sweetly before. I never thought I’d feel it again after tonight. But after clawing blindly through the trees, branches swiping at what remained of my body, I felt an empowering release at the touch of sun on skin. I laughed, sobbed and fell to the soft grass where I stood. Maybe the dizziness was from the spinning I couldn’t stop myself from doing, or maybe it was from the blood loss, I couldn’t tell. But it didn’t matter. I felt happy and I hadn’t felt that way in years. I clutched at the numb stump of my right a...
I remember it like it was yesterday. I wish I didn’t, but unfortunately, I do. I swear it’s the root of all my anxiety. And best of all, it’s the reason I have a phobia of peanut butter. It was sometime in autumn and I was just dropped off at my grandparents house. I was no older than ten, maybe eleven? My parents had a date night planned and needed someone to watch over me. It was definitely easier than trying to find a babysitter. Grandpa hugged me with a pat on the back, while my grandma smothered me in kisses. She said she ...
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