Nonfiction Stories

EARLY SUMMER, 2013 This was simply too awesome to really comprehend. I just couldn't believe that it was finally me instead of someone else as it usually was. It had always been stories of good fortune happening to everyone else. The kind you see on TV, videos on the internet and every form of social media. However, you’re never the one experiencing it, right? I mean, what could a person even compare this to? Maybe gettin...

An empty seat, The back of the class... You're skin and bones, But I say nothing, you'll yell and scream, and in the end... it's no good. It seems to me nothing's being done, But, really, it's none of my business, I'm just a friend, a concerned friend, there's no point for me to worry, to get involved, is there? Yeah. (Right.) 

Walk in, slowly- painfully slowly, so it takes as long to get back to that seat as possible. Breathe in, breathe out, unnoticed breathing, but calming breathing. Swallow those feelings, you had to be strong, strong and patient. Willing to be that, and to shove some of your feelings aside, so you could be that way. Sit down, finally sit down next to her, look at the teacher as the bell rings, as her how she is. Speak a lit...

Doesn't come to school, stays home sick. I'm there, sitting in the seat, next to the one she would usually be in. Don't think about it I tell myself, but how do you not think and wonder and worry about a friend who is getting herself too deep into a deadly situation? She is quite literally skin and bones and the best I can do is offer a stupid piece of pizza. What the hell kind of good is that doing? Plus, while doing tha...

She comes to school, Sits next to me, I've seen the pictures...  I know what's under those layers, You can see every single little bone. She thinks that because she's not losing in her problem areas, it makes sense- Sense to do what? To starve yourself? To kill yourself? This is going to kill you, and you don't seem to care. Any normal parents would do something, and I guess they are doing a bit- buying food when she gets...

I woke up to the sound of music as I do every morning when I have school. It was March 23, 2007 and it was a Friday. Fridays were gods to me because it was the last day in a school week. I have the same thoughts every morning. “What day is it? Do I have to do anything today? What’s going on today?”Well to say sadly I got my answer to the last one as the phone rang. I can remember that day like it was yesterday. That phone...