The 2 bags in front of me feel like a loss of some sort. Filled with trash and items I don’t use. Despite my lack of use for them, I know my eyes might water when getting rid of them.

My heart gets a little slash as the donation center worker reaches into my trunk and takes one of the bags. Another hole in my heart forms as I slowly dump the trash bag into the dumpster.

My spirit has left me e...

Consumed by bunches of wrapping, I reach for another long tube covered by more of the bright colorful, birthday themed wrapping paper.

“Oh! This one’s from us! We thought that since your turning 18, we would keep the family tradition!” My mom interrupted.

I keep her words in mind as rip the top of the tube and pull out what’s inside. A worn out, aged piece of parchment is in my hands.

Laughte...

I can’t even hear anything they’re saying because of how numb my ears are. There’s a constant tugging at my shirt that feels like a tugging on my brain. I smell a non existent pizza that should have been here 10 minutes ago.

My heart has been infected by a disease of darkness. The memory of seeing my mom leave with a friend repeats in my mind. It makes my fist clench at the thought of it. I don’...

Despite the unnaturally bright lights of both the screens and the other lights above me, the room still has a depressing feeling. Probably because of just how bored I am. It’s the same thing, people come in, they buy groceries, and then they leave. The thing is, I can’t even see what they buy so it’s not like I could entertain myself with that either. The only thing I find of interest is the littl...