Kylee Duren
17, i like writing but i dont rly know how so feedback is apprechiated
Kylee Duren
17, i like writing but i dont rly know how so feedback is apprechiated
17, i like writing but i dont rly know how so feedback is apprechiated
17, i like writing but i dont rly know how so feedback is apprechiated
The world went black, and then I woke up. I was back in the house as if I had never left. I saw my wife rushing down the hallway, desperate to know if the gunshot she heard was just a dream. She creaked the door open and heard me gargling on the blood filling my mouth. She stumbled back, her face pale as she dialed for our oldest daughter. I wanted to comfort her, to reach out, but I couldn’t catc...
My grandfather shockingly discovered his cold, lifeless body downstairs on the couch, next to the various packages of pills and syringes. I remember my dad making me sit on the chair in the quiet, sunlit living room. He whispered to me in a concerned voice, “Josh is dead.” Did I care at all? No. I was 11 years old at the time, and three years later his loss had finally hit me. I had not a single t...
“I can’t do this anymore, I’m done” he said before silently exiting the phone call.
The world crumbled around me as I found myself caught in an endless storm of emotions. The weight of his words echoed through me without mercy. His words completely shattered the illusion of trust and security I had built around our relationship.
There was no longer strength within me. Sadness and despair consume...
My alarm immediately woke me, as it does every morning. I turned it off when I shockingly heard my parents rush toward my room. They opened the door and gazed directly at me. They looked as if they were dazed and hadn't slept in years. Their faces were pale and tight as if they had just climbed out of a cold stream of water. They were trembling. They never even uttered a word before they left my r...