For the next two months,
Kyler doesn't leave my side.
My parents are barely home,
Only checking
To assure I have a pulse
When they are.
Kyler and I
Spend our time
High or asleep,
Not bothering to attend school.
And then,
Exactly nine weeks
After the day we buried Paisley,
A terrifying and abrupt ending
Comes to our short lived bliss.
I realize it
At three in the morning,
And wake Kyler
In hysterics.
Kyler!
I wail,
It's late!
He stares at me,
Dumbfounded,
Pres, are you high?
No!
I scream,
Between sobs,
It's l-late!
It hits Kyler,
And a shudder
Violently
Takes over his body.
No,
He whispers,
Quickly.
Yes!
I scream,
In protest to his denial.
Preslee,
You're sure?
I slap him,
Hard.
He cringes,
As if my fingers
Are laced with venom.
He opens his mouth
To speak,
But I don't give him the chance.
I slap him,
Again.
And again.
On my fourth attempt,
He catches my wrist,
And throws me on the bed.
Damnit,
Preslee,
STOP!
But I don't.
I lash out,
And claw the right side of his face.
PRESLEE!
He roars.
I whimper,
And Kyler collapses,
Falling against my chest.
But ..
But I'm pregnant,
Kyler!
I'm pregnant,
I cry,
Making no sense.
Because at that moment,
The world made no sense.
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Ana in Wonderland
PoetryPreslee Taylor - it girl of Northwood High. Everyone adores her and wants to be her, except her. She hates herself, and starves herself, and cuts herself. She is at a constant battle with anorexia, bulimia, and depression. Will she win the fight for...
