They Will Die

Arden struggled with lots of issues. Her across-the-street-neighbor, Harlow, comes to cheer her up. Arden finds she wasn’t the kid she used to be. As Harlow is sent off to camp, Arden is sent to her dad who she hasn’t seen in 4 years. Unlikely, they become best friends, before Arden meets Will. Will see the struggle in her and tries their best to help, but something terrible happens to Harlow, which is the last straw for Arden. What will fate unravel? We all do something to escape. Some read to go to another world with epic love stories and tragic heartbreaks. To experience things they would never experience in the real world Some do drugs to get a sense of euphoria. To feel numb from what they are really feeling. To block it all out. Some drink to forget everything that has happened, even if it’s just for a little. To drown the sorrows away. To bring peace. Some workout because it leaves them feeling energized and motivated. Like they can do anything and everything. Some listen to music. To have nothing but their thoughts to distract them. To feel the music on another level. To be free. Some self harm to feel in control when everything else is out of theirs. To have at least one thing is their life that is theirs. Some sleep the day away. To not wake up and do the same thing over and over again. To get away from their reality. Hopefully, to dream. Some throw themselves into work to distract themselves from their own problems. To busy their minds and forget. Some write so they can express themselves without actually having to say it outloud. To write away the pain. To get it all out. Some watcallh movies or tv shows to relate to the characters. To feel understood. To be desired and loved. We all do something different to escape, but we do it for the same reason. To cope.

Ellie_Savell · LGBT+

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Dinner

"Dinner is ready!" Dad yells from downstairs. I shoved the journal into the compartment and then screwed in 2 of the screws. Just so it wasn't noticeable.

I knew I wasn't hungry, but I didn't want to be rude. Fay follows me down the stairs. We all assemble to the table except for mom, who is collecting the food plates one by one and placing them on the table.

"It's ok if you're not hungry," my mom whispered, "just eat a little something."

I have no idea why they are so kind to me. It's not like I deserve it. I spoon mashed potatoes on my plate. Dad hands me a small piece of chicken breast. I think about picking up my fork, and about breaking my tradition that I promised myself. If I ate I felt unsatisfied, like it was my fault. But the clinking of knives and spoons and forks made me change my mind.

It has been so long since I tasted something. My tastebuds were doing flips. My stomach, on the other hand, was just getting used to my routine.

"Are you excited?" Fay asks.

"For what?" I ask. My family shares the same confused look as if I was supposed to know.

"In 2 days," she replies, and I stare at her blankly, "geez, Arden, do you not know when your own birthday is?"

She was right. I had completely forgotten. "Ohhh, right"

It wasn't my fault anyhow. It wasn't like I had any friends to invite to a big "birthday bash" as some people would brag. I wouldn't even go to school most days. My mom usually ignored me on my birthday, or any day. But I would usually treat myself with a sleepover with Harlow. My mom wouldn't give a shit. On normal occasions, she would make sure I didn't get that chance, but most nights I would sneak out and sleep in the treehouse with Harlow and we would play Uno while eating Oreos.

I sat and watched them eat as we talked. I stood up to go put my plate in the sink and I suddenly had tunnel vision. It was like watching TV static. Then, my stomach gave in, attempting to launch my dinner back through my system. I swallowed hard, trying to scarf it back down instead of barfing all over the kitchen. But my system was weak, and gave out. I passed out cold on the floor.

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