Liv.
I hear my keys chiming in my hand. They are turning the lock. They are unlocking the door. I shuffle through the doorway, stuffing my hands in my pockets. I scarcely smell the wafts of spices and marinade up my nose.
"Liv, is that you?" I hear my mom's voice. She sounds like she's forcing a smile. She's forcing a joyful lilt in her tone. I hear a crash. I'm worried. I hear screaming. Screaming. Screaming. I hear my dad's voice yelling. Shouting. Shouting.
I'm worried.
My earbuds are in my hands. I stuff them in my ears. Hit play.
Blast music so I can't hear what the house sounds like.
All I can think is, he's yelling again.
I check the time.
4:53 pm.
I look away. Water. Drowning. Jumped off the coast. Water. Water.
Don't think. It'll be fun.
Stop.
It's so quiet.
I can feel it eating my ears.
The silence is so loud.
So loud.
I can feel my feet walking towards my room. I can feel my hand against the cool doorknob. I can feel myself close the door.
Everything is silent.
So quiet.
I feel myself fall onto a chair. My arms falling limp at my sides.
All I can think is, I wish things were like before.
I wish I were okay.
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Emails
Teen FictionAfter the falling out of a relationship between Sam and Liv, both have gone their separate ways. While Liv is trying to forget what happened, Sam is constantly drafting emails that either are too insensitive, or too pathetic. Emails are piling up in...
