Dearest Iris,
I️ got in a fight. My legs are still shaking. I️ got sent to the counselors office the FIRST WEEK of sixth grade.
She gave me a diary and told me to write my feelings down. I️ took it and here I️ am.
He drew first blood.
"Hey s**t!"
And that did it for me. That WORD reached into my deepest feelings and wrenched my stomach. My heart jerked.
That word brought back memories I️ avoided during school. Memories where there was apparently no escape.
"You or me?" I️ retorted calmly.
You see, this triggered him because I️ almost NEVER talked back.
From there he drew his fist back and let it fly into my stomach. I️ punched him back and in thirty seconds he was on the ground with a body of bruises and I️ was standing with a sore stomach.
I️ guess I️ have to many secrets to keep.
I've named you after my best friend because I️ WISH I️ could tell her these secrets. But I️ can't. And I️ never will.
Because I'm falling down a hole, and NO ONE is coming with me.
-Jeremy
YOU ARE READING
The Facade
General FictionWhen Jeremy is depressed everything is bleak. She refuses to talk and assures everyone she's fine! What happens when shes caught lying? On the brink of death? Based LOOSELY on my life. 'Cept more dramatic🤗🤗
