i woke up, didn’t even open my eyes, and i knew something was wrong. then it hit me. it’s my eighteenth birthday. i’ve been dreading this day. i cant handle change. i hate change. i’ve learned to live without sight, why begin to see now? i open my eyes, and everything is so, bland. i knew i would hate it, and i do. on my journey down the stairs, i realize that this is much easier. “mom,” “happy bi...
“i think i just met the happiest person in the world!” they all say once they meet her. that’s only because they don’t know the whole person. they don’t know that she has depression, or she’s bipolar, or she isn’t happy at all. they just know the first impression, but first impressions are often wrong....
“jerry, no one has been following you. you’re schizophrenic, and this is a result of it.” i said to him. “this is not my imagination, katie. this is real. i’ve seen him.” he tries to explain. “no, you haven’t, because he isn’t real. you’ve gotta understand, it’s an episode.” i tried to reason. “i haven’t had an episode in years. i take my meds everyday and i haven’t had anything else happen.” he s...
“but i don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!” anna exclaimed in her typical 5-year-old fashion. “anna, there is no man in you closet. especially not one with no eyes.” her mom reasoned. “but he’s there! i saw him last night! he is there!” anna yelled. “anna. i’ll check your closet. you have to go to bed.” her dad offered. “okay, fine.” anna finally gave in....
i hate corn mazes. why did i come? i can hear the pattering of feet behind me, and it doesn’t sound like only two. i cant seem to catch up with myself. ‘he’s after me, run, faster!’ is all my mind seems to be able to think. my mind can’t keep up with my feet. they’re getting closer. they’re right behind me. then, i hear a terrible cracking sound. my hair and scalp seem to magically get wet. then a...
