Solivagant

To My Future Love; Don’t forget to love me When you realize the scars beneath My shirts Don’t forget to love me When you find out the reason for my fright When someone comes near me Don’t forget to love me When I tell you the atrocity of My younger years Don’t forget to love me When I break down crying for The memories that still haunt me Don’t forget to love me Or hold me Or remind me that you’re there for me Because even though I’m not the best Nor am I a saint I’ll love you with everything I have And please don’t ever forget that

PERSONAL NARRATIVE So i’m going through high school and you know how it is. It’s a very tough time, everyone is going through changes, going through the struggle of fake friends, boyfriends, figuring yourself out, college, SAT, jobs, sports, grades, and everything else. It was just this great big world of stress. At one point in my high school career I was dating this boy who used to be my bestfriend and I say boy ‘cause he was just a boy, just as I was just a girl. It was halfway through my junior year, and so I was always busy never having enough time to just sit down and talk with him. For a while that was fine, we were fine with just talking on the phone and texting and only ever really being able to see each other during lunch, but then we started getting irritated. A high school relationship can only last for so long while only talking for a couple minutes a day. Now, being in a relationship is hard enough without the strain of absence between it so we came up with a “good...

There used to be six of us, but now i'm alone. I don't remember how long I've been alone, the windowless room has kept me from seeing any sunlight. Has it been two days? Two weeks? A month? Sighing, I close my eyes and think.   It can't have been a month, I've barely eaten anything since what happened. The person keeping me hostage has fed me water with each passing day, but the food they give seems to be getting scarce. I have to get out of here. If I don't, i'll end up like the rest of them.  I push myself up off the cold ground and walk towards what seems to be the exit. Getting up hurts, it hurts every aching bone in my body, and the sweat seeping into my cuts burns like a scorching fire. Was it worth it? Who knows. I won't know until I get out of here.  I continue my way to the door and watch as my breath leaves puffs of air as it exits my mouth. Watching the hot air contrast against the cold one, proving to me how I'm still alive,...