Shower Thoughts: A Trauma Piece
The shower poured out burning water from the showerhead and I shook. I was cold and scared and afraid to frown, but without the strength to smile. I just stared blankly at the wall, thinking deeply about those events. My body tremble like it was cold, yet I was warm. I was very warm. I tried to smile again, but it hurt. I couldn’t bare to smile. I wanted to, but I can’t. I can’t speak, my voice is gone. Its strained from all the screaming I hadn’t done, I guess. Now, I couldn’t scream or shout or talk. I was silent. I didn’t open my mouth.
The Young Woman Named Thirteen
At the corner of 400 st. and Orchard rd. in West Prylyn, a rundown, fifteen-story apartment-building stands. In that building is a practically one-room apartment with a perfect view of Winter Lake and the surrounding town with the same name. The apartment has running water and electric heating and was for a steal of $275 a month. Walking in, there’s a double-bed with a dented mattress and a small kitchen to the side of it about three feet away. On that bed, my car-keys and cell phone, as well as various receipts for my last shopping visit that were likely dumped out of my purse lay scattered across. My laptop is resting on my pillow amongst the mess.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden pushes of students leaving the cafeteria. I guess the bell rang for the start of school. I readjusted my backpack and began walking. Moving at a slow pace, I looked behind me to see a girl with beautiful eyes, a delicate bluish-gray color. Her eyes just really stuck out at me, I guess, but don’t get me wrong, the rest of her was quite pretty as well. Her sandy-blond hair was cut in a short haircut with bangs that were longer in the front. It looked boyish in some ways, but somehow, still sassy and girly at the same time. Her face was soft and gentle-looking, her nose being small and rounded and her lips being thin with a natural light pink hue. Her body was slightly slender with an hourglass figure and she was of slightly below average height. She wore brown glasses that contrasted nicely with her bright blue dress, and the dress matched wonderfully with her pure blue eyes.
Today was my first day of school. Nothing of interest would likely be going on. School would likely be a waste of time, as it always was. I don’t learn anything or try very hard, because simply, I have lost all hopes of going to college and getting a degree. My dreams have been crushed for me, so why should I try that hard. After all, my only goal was to get through the year alive. I didn’t want anything more than that. I didn’t need anything more than that.
What you need to know about the Enterovirus D68
For context, in 2014 there was a breakout of Enterovirus D68 across North America in which the virus caused clusters of respiratory disease, primarily in the US. The illness seemed to primarily show up in Midwestern states, but there were cases that showed up in almost every state in the US. Prior to this Outbreak, it was fairly uncommon to see cases at all. This was a report I wrote on the outbreak back in 2014 during High School.
I was running away. “Mitzi.” I was running away as fast as I could. “Mitzi, are you asleep?” I heard a voice speak slowly.
Middle School Poetry
Favorite Place Twilight hits In my favorite place The stars are in the sky I let go of my troubles They all go away
Talking to Myself
Nothing really felt like it was going to work out to be honest, everything in my life now felt completely and utterly hopeless. All that was left was a deep, intolerable pain that was left in the pit of my stomach.