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The box was hard to notice at first. Small and shallow enough not to catch the eye right away and pretty much the same wood shade of the attic floorboards. If it wasn’t for my crazed cleaning frenzy that day, I probably wouldn’t have seen it, tucked into a corner and completely covered in dust. But as it stands, I did find the heart-shaped, wooden box. And my life changed the second I did.
Monday Dear Diary, Abigail handed out invites for her birthday party in class today. Miss Cassady looked at me funny when I didn’t get one, I think she heard my tummy bubbling with sadness. I tried not to look like I cared but at lunch I cried in the bathroom until my nose felt sore from blowing it. I didn’t wan...
The rumble of the washing machine was the only thing that could drown out the noise of my guttural sobs, oh the poetic justice of it. As I took in shuddering breaths, I made myself listen to the hypnotic drone of the second cycle I’d just started. Hours had past since I’d started on my list of chores and yet the breakdown I was currently having had managed to stick around through every one of those tasks. Whoever said that doing chores was cathartic had obviously never done them in such a high-strung situation. My eyes were as drenched in...
At 17 years old I thought I had it all. I was acing my classes, held a 3.8 GPA average, captain of the cheerleading squad, vice president of the student council and my high school sweetheart and I were campaigning for (and sure to win) Prom King and Queen. It’s not like I wasn’t self-aware though, I knew I was a walking high school cliché, and that’s probably how I won the popularity contest we call senior year. I was not only sitting at the popular table at lunch, but I had a chair reserved at every other table in the cafeteria, the reas...
It all started about a week ago. It was a cold and stormy night, the streetlights held a distinct foggy glaze. Throughout the eerily quiet street, the noise of windows rattling in the forceful wind could be heard... I’m kidding, obviously. Although last Tuesday night when this all started, there was a storm, just not a storm of the weather variety. I’d been following the news all day, everyone had. 6 boys now, all aged between 14-21, had been found dead in their homes. All of them were wearing the undeniably recognisable ...
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