There is a boy. He is yelling at my mother while I lay in my bed. He sounds like sharp thumbtacks in my ears, and I’m not sure if that is because he is saying such blunt and honest things that they pierce the mind or if it is just because he is yelling them… Continue reading Byung-Ho’s Story Teaser/Beginning
I was huddled up in my blankets in my bed with one of my counselors sitting in a chair next to me. I had to pee. I got up to go pee. “Where are you going?” “Gotta pee.” The doorbell rang. I’m peeing. When I was done, I sat down on the toilet and just… Continue reading (Part Six) Cloudy
Remember earlier when I said I took steps backwards, and bigger steps forward? Well, these times are the steps backwards. One night in late July, near the end of my visit, Dustin and I were sitting in his bed at around 2 a.m. We both had this angst building up for quite a while, so… Continue reading (Part Five) Cloudy
I had been living with my aunt and uncle and their kids. The only real difference from living with them and living with my abusive mother was that at my aunt and uncle’s house, the abuse was never physical. So I guess that’s sort of good. But it still sucked, and I was still a… Continue reading (Part Four) Cloudy
Have you ever looked at someone and felt an immense attraction to them? I’m not talking about romance or sex. I’m talking about love. That sounds really stupid. I’m going to continue now. It was the summer vacation before my last year in middle school and since I was living in one of… Continue reading (Part Three) Cloudy
My aunt was a short woman with shoulder length auburn hair. She had a sort of sparkle in her eyes, and at first glance, seemed like a nice lady. And she was, to most people. I was just lucky enough to not be most people. The woman seemed to have something to say about everything… Continue reading (Part Two) Cloudy
Poisoned Rivers Skylights Shivers Chilled To the bone That place Was never My home. Her sins Left stains On the couch And the carpets He sits Alone And he cries In the dark but Someday he’ll know That this is no show His story is young And he has yet To grow.