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(Flashback Sequence)
The release was almost unbearable. But yet, it felt so necessary. So needed.
As I sit on my bathroom floor, blade in hand, I begin to cry. What have I become? A bipolar, defective, self-harming, victim of assault. That sounds like something you’d want to put on your resume under “special skills”.
I began to think about God and if he existed. If he did, why did he let this happen to me? What did I ever do to him? In that moment, I realized that God must hate me. I also realized that this was just the beginning of my trials. And that made me cry even harder.
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As we walk to my choir class, I become even more observant of Brandon. He walks with confidence but his eyes show timidity. He smells sweet but masculine at the same time. His hair is neatly combed, barely touching the back collar of his dark green polo.
While we talk together we talk mainly about our classes. Unfortunately we don’t have many together. I try and act cool about it, but my eyes spell disappointment. So do his.
As he drops me off and we say goodbye, he asks me one question. “Do you mind if I pick you up from class when it’s done?” My heart beats a little louder. “N-no not at all,” I manage to choke out. And with that, I turn and walk into class, a giddy grin plastered on my face.
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Searching for Love
SpiritualThis is a story based on truth. Join me as we look into the life of Sydney Dawson, a bipolar orphan who is searching for real love. The question is, what is real love? This story takes place in real life situations and flashbacks. The flashbacks are...
