When i was 3 you took my fork.

i still remember that.

When I was 8, “daddy daughter dance”.

Mom offered to ask her friend to take me, but wouldn’t have been the same like everybody else.

Eleven. “Mom can you ask dad if he can call?”

she asks, and tells him what day it is.

“Im pretty busy right now, maybe later. but happy birthday.”

Twelve. Add him on facebook.

No “Add friend” or “friends...

“Come out come out where ever you are.. you can run, but you can’t hide” he sung, looking under chairs and behind boxes.

I squeezed my eyes shut in fear, until he checked the chair i was hiding behind. I screamed.

He smirked, “Hey Princess, don’t worry. This will be very quick and painful.”

I tried to run and he grabbed my wrist. “Now now, it’s alright.” he said, one hand holding me close, st...

I take the napkin, and wipe the knife clean. Rinse it under cold water, place into the dish rack.

Take his shoes off, and put them on me. Wash all his clothes by hand, and put my replicas on. I look in the mirror, smirking, feeling proud of myself. Seeing him in me. I had already come up with a story.

I moved away. Told nobody. Wanted a fresh start. While John continues his life. That’s where ...

I’ve always hated attention.

Especially in class.

Presentation? Never look away from the board.

Class discussion? Go to the bathroom and wait it out.

I never raise my hand, and always look down.

Drink water to avoid being called on.

I walk into class and see people I’d love to be friends with.

None of them acknowledge me, as if i’m Invisible.

Next class.

Teacher calls on me.

I ignore...

I love the color red

I have for several years,

it’s color is like no other.

Red reminds me of tools.

Of the red screwdriver

From the bag you gave me with my name on it

Red reminds me of your buick in the garage

That i pretended to drive in with you

When I was little.

It reminds me of the Suburban in the driveway

That’s been there as long as I can remember.

That you tried to fix and it felt...

I followed the trail. It let me to a little bridge. The kind you’d find in movies. The kind 8 year old me just knew fairies lived at.

i promised my sister Emersyn I’d take her while mom went to work. And I did just that. I have to admit, i was scared to go alone, and Emersyn gave a sense of comfort. Although she’s younger, she does have some fight in her. Emersyn started telling me her view of...

if your hand could reach inside my

heart, what would you do with it?

Squeeze it?

Pinch it?

Rip it to shreds?

or would you hug it and take care of it,

as if it were your own?...

I looked at him, disappointed. I never thought that my best friend would be a villain i had to defeat. I looked at him, and then back at the gun to my head.

“Take your mask off… DO IT!”

he shouted, growing impatient and making me jump. I nodded as I slowly brought my hands to my mask.

The cops had just pulled up and I knew that if I didn’t do it now, our town wouldn’t have a hero to prot...