After being kidnapped yesterday, today I have escaped home. My kidnappers were not very pleased about that, so after trying to woo me a little, they made me sign that I accept running away on my own and visit them as soon as possible. I agreed and sighed, hoping that this is the best decision and won’t have to return sooner than established. I have a million things to say, I have a million...
My phone is buzzing on the table. I look at the screen and I pick it up with enthusiasm. “Hi dad! What’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a while.” I hear an almost imperceptible sigh on the other end and then: “Umm, I’m fine. I had some horrible couple of months and news flash…ummm…you know…I have to tell you something…” What came...
I feel nothing. It’s like someone sat on my chest and pressed all the feelings away. But, that’s bullshit because I feel something. I am angry. I am angry with my body that keeps failing me again and again. I am angry at the doctors just because they know much more than they are saying. I am angry at the rules I have to obey to get by every day. I am angry that I have to wait to fulfill my dreams...
While in the hospital, I’ve met a friend. Someone who’s name or suffering I don’t know but I felt close to him instantly. It’s weird to find yourself being touched by a stranger, a person whom you’ve never seen before nor will you ever see again. The first day, when they were settling me into my room, I saw him walking very slowly on the hallway with two surgical drains attached to him; I was...
When you give birth, your body figures out a way to prepare and to make it feel like it’s normal to push out a basketball through a mouse hole. When anything else happens and you have to take out a part of you or fix it, your body starts punishing you. It doesn’t know what the hell happened and why did you harassed it, so while trying to recover, it makes you feel like shit. That is in a woman’s...
The experience I’ve lived today will become a short story; it needs to, it screams to. Until then, I get to tell you about it in a different tone. A man is standing in front of me. He is talking about taking away something I have, I own, it belongs to me. I don’t care about giving the thing to him; I just stare at him (I think I had my mouth open) because of the way he wants to proceed in taking...
