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"I quit! Please, just let me go!" Her voice is shrill and scared. I hold the knife over her throat, letting it slip enough that drops of blood linger on her skin. "Please!" the woman cries. "Please!" "Someone might hear," I whisper. "Shhh." "Please, spare me! I'll do anything!" Wanting to be done with her, I jab the blade into her neck. A strangled gasp escapes from the woman's mouth as I feel her body turn cold. "It's all right now," I breath. "You're safe." One more sound, twisted and chilling, leaves her lips. "They'll find you." I sneer ...
I look in the mirror, watching the blood stream down my face. “This is all my fault,” I whisper. “Jane, are you alright in there?” my boyfriend, Kyle, asks. My hand slips on the knife, a deep wound appearing on my arm. Panic cascades through me. He can’t see this. Can’t see me. No one can know that I become this, taking a blade and ripping through my own flesh, just to feel the pain. I blot my arm until the blood slows and yank on a long sleeved shirt. The gash on my cheek gapes open. I slather concealer on until there’s only a faint red ...
They play “Someone Like You” by Adele at her funeral. I hate it, even being a loyal Adele fan. There is no one like Anil, and there never will be. I can’t find someone like her because there is no one. When everyone walks up to Anil and says their final goodbyes, I take out the ring from my pocket and show her parents. They nod, tears dripping down their faces. I slip the tiny diamond ring onto Anil’s left ring finger, the one that matches my own perfectly. The flood finally comes as I walk back to my seat, wishing I could be anywhere b...
"But seriously, it's amazing," insists my girlfriend, waving a grilled cheese sandwich under my nose. "No. It could be the most delicious grilled cheese in the whole freaking world and I still wouldn't eat it. You ruined it, my dude." "Really?" she asks. "Did I? Just with a single slice of a knife?" "Yes, Pip, you did. It's cut into rectangles. The only way to acceptably cut a sandwich of any type is into triangles." "Oh my god," Pip cries. "This is freaking sandwich racism, El." "Ehhh, I'm not so sure about that," I tell her. She smiles and...
I am quiet as we drive. My friend Analise had begged me for days to come to the beach with her and my frenemy, Bailey. I finally agreed after she bribed me with chocolate. Chocolate is my one weakness. But three days ago, Analise came down with the flu. Or so she claims. Analise is sneaky and she has been hinting that I should give Bailey a chance. She wants a "friend group" before we go away to college. But every time I try to talk to Bailey, she says something that just gets under my skin and I leave her alone. I really just want to g...
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