Kay-Cee Ballejos
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The Boy and His Candle
“I just... I feel, I FEEL like I’m going crazy. I feel like I’m slowly fading away, out of reality.” Benjamin looks away from his therapist and takes off his glasses, something he does often. The idea that there is a barricade from what is in front of his eyes bothers him, even if it IS meant to help.
By Kay-Cee Ballejosabout a year ago in Fiction
Feels Like Magic
There was a small, hidden village, full of spells and potions. In this beautiful, thriving community was a young boy named Jax. Jax was the only person in the village who was unhappy; the reason for this was that he had no heart. He was born without one, leaving him empty, cold, and distant. He had no care in the world, as he was numb. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions.
By Kay-Cee Ballejosabout a year ago in Fiction
Does This Mean I'm Crazy?
Before you start reading this, I'm going to warn you. This passage is dark and I'm not sure if you'll like it. I needed to share it though. It's something I struggle with every day and while it's probably not the healthiest thing, I've learned to live with it. Now I'm here to share my feelings with you, but if you feel uncomfortable reading about self mutilation or about the mind of a crazy person, I'd suggest you go find something more light-hearted.
By Kay-Cee Ballejos2 years ago in Confessions
Day 7
PROLOGUE They messed with the wrong person. Marcus had been sitting in the school cafeteria. Eating his turkey sandwich on one of those circular tables. There were eight seats, but the only one that was occupied was the one he was in. He had no real friends. Most people wouldn’t like that, but he was fine with it. He didn’t like people. He had read a one-paged PDF online called “Chaos, Control, Contract,” and he agreed. The PDF had said that people were monsters, and the only thing keeping them from killing each other was a social contract. A sort of a truce.
By Kay-Cee Ballejos3 years ago in Fiction