"words fall like raindrops from painted lips
promising beauty in hideousness
insanity seeping through the cracks of her facade
calmly-"
i put the pen down on the desk and rub my eyes. after reading my writing i shut my journal in frustration and walk to the bathroom to take my contacts out. its peaceful. quiet. the world is asleep.
it is 11:53 pm on a tuesday night, and avery malachi is empty.
she takes the journal from her desk and quietly puts it back in its hidey hole. she ponders, for a moment, the words in her brain crowding her thoughts. shaking her head she shuts her door and turns out the light.
the next morning she awakens to the sounds of birds chirping and golden light streaming in through her window. she closes her eyes again before starting her day. as she gets ready she glances at her journal, wondering when she will be able to finish the poem she's been desperately trying to write.
she packs her bag for her 11 am class, putting the journal in the secret pocket of her bag.
"it is a new day," she thinks.
"a fresh start."
when she arrives to her class, she finds her area and begins setting her laptop up. she keeps the journal tucked safely in its spot, checking every now and then to make sure it's still there.
while the professor drones on about language and sentence structure she pulls out her journal and begins writing.
"day 1: making a change
it's been a while since i've written diary style, sorry about that. i hope you'll forgive me, journal, for i do not feel i have the eloquence with words i once had. i hope you don't take me as a complete halfwit.
it's been 176 days since-"
suddenly a voice cuts through the silence of her mind.
"ms. malachi, are you still with us?"
my heart drops into my stomach as i look up at professor brown. i shyly give him a nod and he continues on with his lesson. i give the journal one last glance and close it, tucking it safely back in it's pocket of my bag.
avery closes her eyes and lets her heart rate slow for a few minutes before turning her attention back to the class.
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recovery
General Fictiontruth be told, it is unappealing to write a summary for a book who's ending has not been discovered. so instead, avery malachi is an average, bored college student. she spends all of her free time either writing or playing piano, or some other instr...
