Body of Water

When my father said I had dramatized the situation, I shut my bedroom door because I knew my mother would agree. I lay on my bed to count the fake glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. The tiny star-shaped plastics mocked me with their weakness of false light; they did not live without the bulb.

When I saw the black flood rushed into my vision, I clutched my gray comforter. My lungs locked and my breaths faltered because why should it not?

I ran to my bathroom, my right knee scraped the floor on the process, and I opened the white box above the sink. I turned the cap and shook the small bottle. I popped my favorite vitamin in my mouth because it made me calm—it could make me breathe in a lifeless state.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


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