Fiction

I sit in my closet, my phone in my hands, dialing 911. Downstairs, I hear glasses breaking, tables and chairs being thrown and smashed against the wall, the man who broke into our home screaming. 

My name is Leah, I’m 12, and I’m weird. My mom says it’s not me, it’s just everyone else and they’re still growing up, but if I’m the odd one out, I’m pretty sure it’s just me. 

    There was a fox in the woods with a crown bestowed upon his head. He wandered the area, and every other fox bowed to him. He had power, more so than anyone else. 

That's not me. 

It looks like me, talks like me, thinks like me, but that's not me. 

It may say things only I could know, but trust me, it's not real. 

The sun is pink, and the sky is green on the day that I am standing knee deep in perfectly still salt water. The tired marble floor of heaven is finally dissolving beneath my feet.

"Just another bite," it says as it claws away my flesh from the bone. "I'm helping you." 

She was.

I remember you. We remember you.
You used to come in every weekend with your mother and brother when you were younger. They made you seem like you were made for softer things. They used to pretend like they were made for softer things too.

There is a boy 

And there is a girl. 

Their love for each other 

Is so vast 

They would walk 

this is what i call "the idea of it" for a play i'm coming up with! it's basically the kind of intriguing summary you'd find on a book's jacket cover haha.

The wind blows in my face, and I shiver. It's so miserably cold. I feel soft, little things pelting my coat. Lifting my hands, I reach them out and find little white dots speckling them.

If I rubbed a magic lamp, if I gained a genie...

What would I wish for?

I would wish for this to stop.

All this violence that never ever ends.

But...

Every wish has consequences.

I stopped here. I ceased my walking and stood here, for as long as I needed to be until they came. I wait for them. They haven't come yet.