Isis Lyons
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Sorry Mom
Dear beautiful mother, Before I begin to confess all the secrets I kept from you, I just want to say that I love you, and I apologize for being deceitful. In my defense, if I would’ve told you earlier I would’ve been in trouble, but I’m all grown up now so there’s no harm, right?
By Isis Lyons 2 years ago in Confessions
April
Nina April 1st What the fuck just happened, one minute me and April are laughing and then the next minute April is beating Kimmy’s face in. It’s all my fault, I should’ve stopped her. I should’ve told her that I was the one who slept with Leek. Kimmy would’ve been just fine if Leek’s dumbass didn’t blurt out lies to April. He couldn’t have thought that was going to fix things with her, right? Now I have this terrible heartache that’s sitting at the bottom of my chest. Dumb ass April fought the girl for no reason and now she could be dead. For a petite little thing, April is extremely strong; She would really punch someone’s face in for anything. You see why I can’t confess to her about what really happened because she would kill me. I ask myself everyday since then why’d I risk my life just to get dick, but to be honest, It was really an in the moment type of thing. He came to me about April because she was ignoring him for weeks, and he needed someone to talk to, so I was there. I’m the one who made the first move, but I regret it so heavily. Especially now that she’s getting questioned by the police. Truth be told I am in love with Leek. Before she even started dating Leek I was into him, but he never saw me like that until that night. I think he was just desperate for attention, but I honestly don’t know; I’m just trying to figure out how everything started to get so fucked. I planned this party for her so she could get her mind off of Leek, but he decided to crash her party. He’s so terrible; I don’t know how he can go around giving her presents knowing he slept with me. He even told me that I was better in bed than her, but in the same breath he basically said my pussy was trash. It’s terrible that I am in love with him even after all of this. I’m the one who deserves to be in a hospital, not Kimmy. Kimmy is the sweetest soul I know. April chose not to give her a chance before she even thought Leek had sex with her. April and Kimmy used to be extremely close, but Kimmy’s grandma died not too long after April’s dad left her and her mom. April doesn’t know this because April never asked. She doesn’t realize it but I could tell April didn’t care about anything Kimmy was going through. She was just mad that Kimmy went M.I.A on her without telling her why. Kimmy only told me what happened because I actually listened to her.
By Isis Lyons 2 years ago in Filthy
April
April 1st “APRIL! COME HERE!! Aww yes the horrific sound of Veronica's voice at 6 in the morning. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”.... Dead silence carried through the house. Of course she wouldn’t answer. Sometimes I have the urge to strangle this woman. I walk to the living room and stare at her violently. She says and I quote “What are you doing?” I mumble, “Unfortunately I’m staring at you.” She scolds me, “what did you just say?”
By Isis Lyons 2 years ago in Fiction
Free
For a long time I didn't feel free in my own skin, I felt like I had to be someone specific to be great; I thought I had to be exactly like Jesus to make my mother proud. I used to struggle with talking about my emotions and feelings, I would force myself not to cry because I used to believe that it was a sign of weakness. I always used to be goofy and funny so I could hide the pain of feeling alone. I felt like I was a bird stuck in a cage and I could not get out until someone said I could. When I would be alone in my room, I would cry myself a river; my cries were so silent that I couldn't even hear them. Everyday of my life I would feel like I was nothing; I felt so unworthy, pointless, and lost. I had friends that matched my sadness, I had a boyfriend who was extremely aggressive and my life was hard. All of my life I always wanted to be there for others, but I would never let anyone comfort me. What can I say I was selfless, independent, and depressed. I mean, extremely sad to the point where I hated myself, I hated to look at myself, I hated to breathe; I simply didn't want to be alive. There were a lot of unhealed traumas that I had around the time, so all the experiences I was going through were expected. All the physical abuse I took, all of the mental abuse I took was all to make me stronger, It was all to make me better than I already was.
By Isis Lyons 2 years ago in Motivation
Dr. Cavern
“I’m sick.” Renee murmurs. “Why do you believe you’re sick?” Her therapist questions. “I’ve told you the type of dreams I’ve been having. I told you that I feel like a part of me is evil. Something has been growing inside of me; something dark. I don’t know if I should stay with my husband. I’m not the person I used to be.”
By Isis Lyons 2 years ago in Fiction
Awareness
People used to ask me “What changed you? What happened in your life that made you realize you only have yourself?” When I was thirteen years old someone in my family sexually assaulted me. When I was that age I had no clue what sexual assault was. I just knew afterwards I was never the same. A few days after the situation happened I was starting to crave the feeling again. I was so confused as to why I was fiending for it. I knew it hurt the first time, but it was something about it that made it so thrilling. It was something about sex that had me addicted to it. When I turned 14 I started to have sex again, but this time it was with people from my school. Yes, I said people, as in more than one. At that age I really wasn’t aware of the dangers of sexual transmitted diseases or sexually transmitted infections. I had no clue it was serious enough that it could kill me, so at that age I was having sex with anyone I wanted to have sex with. I didn’t have my first real relationship until I turned 16, so I was just going around giving up something that was so sacred and precious. I had to find out on my own about the dangers of sex. I never took it seriously until I caught a STI. At the age of 15 I realized I was a sex addict. It was like that was the only thing I wanted to do. For a long time I hated myself. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I didn’t know how to heal from getting raped, I didn’t know who to talk to because my mom used to tell my business to her friends, so I never wanted to tell her anything. When I got raped the first person I told was my sister. My sister told my mom and that’s how she found out, but then she went and told a whole bunch of people. At the time I didn’t know how wrong my mom was, but something in me didn’t trust her for a reason. When I really needed my mom she wasn’t there, but she was there when she wanted to be. She was always caught up in her relationships. She was always caught up with her other family members. It felt like she only cared about me when she felt like it. Growing up I really had to learn how to communicate my feelings on my own, I had to learn how to say no to sexual activities, and I had to learn who I was on my own. My whole life I was alone. This is not a bad thing and it’s certainly not the worst thing in the world because I got through it. I’ve learned from it and I apply a lot of what I learned to my daily life. I realize self love comes before anything and anyone else. I now know I shouldn’t allow anyone to touch me in that way if they don’t genuinely care about me.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Psyche
Marigold
Hi my name is Marigold; like the marigold flower. Only I don’t smell like wet hay. I live on a farm with my daddy Eric. He and his wife have been married for 10 years. They adopted me when I was 3 years old. They don’t know I know I’m adopted yet and I don’t plan on telling them either. I’m 14 years old now and I’m able to get emancipated. They’ve been beating on me and sexually abusing me ever since I was a jit.The word jit in Florida slang means someone who is really young. I was 5 when they started beating on me and 12 when his wife Keisha molested me. So now I’m leaving for good. I thought about killing them several times, but God is watching and I know one day they will be in hell for what they did. They will be burning real soon. I have bruises and pictures to show they were beating on me. My “parents” think I’m dumb, but no, I just act helpless and slow so they won’t keep me in the house. They have the nerve to think I just go outside to play. I feel like sometimes they want me to get kidnapped because they never pay attention to me while I’m outside. They think since I got F’s in school that I don’t know anything, but really I’ve been skipping school to find out information about divorcing my parents. I learned how to read at a pretty young age, three years old. I started talking pretty soon too, one years old. They were really nice people when they first adopted me, but they started to become stressed over their jobs and they also started using drugs. When I was younger I didn’t know that anything was wrong with them until I accidentally dropped some juice on the floor. They pushed my little head and started to yell in my face. I’m surprised my little heart could take that much pain, but I could. One time I went off on them in my little voice and they ran after me and beat me. The amount of damage I took as a kid, it’s a miracle I don’t have brain damage or worse. I was really strong. I was capable of anything; I still am. I don’t even want to say what my dad did because it was way more traumatizing than what she did. He was the one I loved the most and now he is the one I hate the most.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bull
A bull killed my best friend and 5 other people. It was 2020; I have a home on the grasslands. We were just partying being dumb like we usually do. We were just having fun, we didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It all started with my best friend, Derek and his crush on this beautiful brown girl. He wanted to throw a party at my house so he could see her. I thought that was pretty cute. It’s been forever since he actually liked someone. It’s been awhile since I got some, so I agreed. We invited over 40 people to the party. It was raging and loud, but that was okay because I lived in the middle of nowhere. No one was being disturbed, or so I thought. As we’re dancing and singing karaoke, we hear a big ass slam. We all jumped because we didn’t know how in the world we heard that over the music. Derek wanted to seem big and bad in front of his crush. He goes outside to check out what’s going on. He yells “It’s okay y ’all! It’s just a bull!” The bull runs towards him and rams in him with its head. Derek flips over and lands on his neck. The bull cracked his neck. My heart drops; tears fall down my face. I’m in complete shock; The beautiful brown girl, Renee saves me from my own nightmare. She grabs me and we both run to the car. A lot of people got hurt by that bull that night. Me and Renee call 911 for help. As I’m having a panic attack, Renee tries to calm me down. She tells me everything is going to be alright, even though she’s probably just as hurt as I am. She holds me and comforts me. I know you’re probably thinking “isn’t that your best friend's girl?” Yes it is and I felt so awful for what I did next. I kissed her; I’m not sure what I was thinking. I was just sad and I wanted to feel better. I wanted to stop thinking about my best friends, the only person I cared about. He’s gone; I ball out crying after I kissed her. She hugs me tighter because I think she understood what I was trying to do. It obviously didn’t work because I still ended up crying. I really felt lost at that moment; I used to think my best friend was my soulmate. I feel like my soulmate is gone. Feels like a part of me is missing right now.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
It was a rainy and cold night. I was driving home carefully; I wasn’t expecting this tragedy to happen to me. As I go through the green light a truck hits me from the side. My whole car flipped over 5 times before I finally cracked my neck and died. As I’m dead in my car, I’m looking outside of my body. I see my dead body right in front of me. I’m not sure what to do at this point, so I ran towards the truck that hit me. The truck driver gets out of the truck and runs towards my body in so much fear. I see him cry; the remorse in his eyes made me feel bad for him and I was the one who was dead. He calls the police saying “A man’s car just fell in a ditch please come and help fast!” He paces back and forth deciding what he should do. “Should I stay here and wait for the police to come or should I leave?” He thinks to himself. I realize at this moment that I can read a person's mind. I know everything he is thinking; he says to himself “I might as well just stay. If I run they’ll catch me eventually. They’ll even think it was on purpose.”
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Fiction
Ashley Committed A Crime
“It was December 22nd; I was with my boyfriend, Erin. We were ice skating on the frozen pond. We were both doing tricks, but I accidentally made a crack in the ice. My boyfriend fell into the ice. I tried to save him but he was way too heavy. There was no way I could pick him up. Police officers, you have to believe me. I tried to save him but I simply could not.” Ashley eagerly says.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Fiction