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Wounds are the places light enters the soul. For there to be darkness, there must be light and even saints can’t exist without sinners. The saints need sinners to exist. I sat down on the small bench playing and fidgeting with my fingers as I waited for whoever would come for me. After a while, my papa came wearing a disappointed look on his face, he kept talking to the guards before flashing a pair of documents to them and asking me to head home with him. The drive was silent as we went home, I didn’t want to ask any questions, queries about who had died and who had survived weren’t my piece of cake right now. The car came to a halt and I counted a few seconds before stepping out . “Wait,’’ a voice called out to me. I turned around and waited for whatever he was about to tell me. “ I’ve always had doubts, doubts about everything, you see, they keep telling me you are a bad ungrateful brat, but I wont juts listen, because a part of me still hopes that you can be a good person, th
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Broken things carry a sad beauty with them Sometimes we are not proud of what we did, what we have become and the process. Because sometimes the universe has a level of sick that one can’t even absorb. It all made sense right now, jealousy would be the death of me, wishing I could be like others and wishing they would fall so low like me, and perhaps be a door mat or boot licker the way I have been all my life. Door mats are not so important, you hardly remember them unless there is dirt on your feet, but regardless, they exist in the shadows. Broken things carried such a sad beauty and Sandra was one of the broken things that carried sad beauty. All these years that I had been admiring her pale white skin that looked like that of someone living in Antarctica, a continent full of ice. She wasn’t beautiful, she was dying, she had sickle cell anemia and her skin wasn’t normal like mine. But the desperate Perez, or FATREZ THE WAY Vince liked naming it never cared, all I saw was a per
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I hate saints, because of the suffering and denial they go through just to be self-righteous. Chasing dreams and ideologies that one man dreamed and woke up claiming they are true. The were no miracles in my life, why would I even believe there were any, especially when God deserted me at the times when I needed him the most. The best option was to live alone in deserts that no one knew about, forests that people wouldn’t go inside. Breakfast was the usual torment, we all sat there as I took my breakfast and pretended yesterday nothing had happened, pretended that yesterday he didn’t tell me I am a looser, who breaks everything around me. Sometimes, the masks we wear talk more about us, more than the truth, but do people even wear masks, or its just their true selves that had kept on evolving and mutating until the best version showed up. I picked the third boiled eggs and began peeling it off. I knew it was inhuman and unethical, who eats three eggs for breakfast on top of everythi
When the bully falls in love Ninety Nine
I half ran towards the stairs as I climbed the stairs two at a time. This was it, my first ever sleep over from someone who was my friend. “You did it Perez, you did it,’’ I screamed in my room as I looked for a decent cloth to wear. After a while the doorbell began ringing and I finished up before packing a small pack with clean underclothes and some pajamas. I rushed down and pulled the door open to find Barbra outside. “Jesus Christ what are you doing?’’ I asked surprised. “We better get going, there is a lot to do and most of all we have a big party,’’ she beamed. I closed the door and we headed to a saloon car that was pink and had sliding tinted windows. She pushed some buttons and the roof slid before leaving us out in the open. “Okay, first we have to find a way to but alcohol, a few bottles of whiskey and wine,’’ she beamed. “But we are underage, that’s very illegal, where would we even find them?’’ I asked worried. “Sweet heart, relax, we don’t just drink juice at par
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“Well guys, surprise,’’ Vince called out before flashing out bottles of liquor. “Now this is what we call a party,’’ someone screamed as a self-proclaimed DJ came out of the blue and began asking people to make requests for their favorite songs. “ Everyone is taking two tots before we begin, we all have to be on one level, the perfect level for a party,’’ Barbara declared as she unveiled all the other drinks that we had. “ I have a better suggestion, why done we mix all the drinks together in a bucket or anything and drink them,’’ Vince offered. “Don’t you think it’s too wild?’’ someone offered. “ No, its just a cocktail, mixing at least three bottlers,’’ explained, letting everyone know the others would be pure. Everyone took two tots, one of the mixed cocktail and the other one pure whiskey. I dawned the bitter contents of mine and refrained from screaming as the contents burned their way down my throat. “Truth or dare and squabble are the order of the day,’’ another person v
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I felt my face flame as the bully leaned forward more, cupped my cheeks softly and coaxed my lips. I thought he hated me, I thought he doesn’t like fat people, I thought that I disgusted him, why make it passionate, he had the option of biting my lips painfully to teach me a lesson but he didn’t.“ The bully has a heart, the bully has a heart,’’ my subconscious whispered at me as he pulled back slowly. I was breathless, my legs were weak and I felt butterflies all over my stomach, weird feelings pf happiness and excitement that could make a person cry or even fain. “Breathe Perez, breathe, it was a dare, a kiss, you now under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have done that,’’ it was my subconscious trying to explain it to me again, trying to inform me that I was a psychopath who was desperate for love and attention, who fed n little perfections and magnified them into huge unimaginable mountain of rainbows out of reach. I calmed myself down quickly and returned to the world of real
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No matter how good a dream is, we always have to snap back from it. All fairy tales usually have a happy ending, the prince saves the princess from an ogre, a knight in shining armor saves a lady from a hulky brute of a man and so forth. But the world lies, that is not what always happens. Fairy tales rarely have a happy ending. The prince will save the princess and trip down some stairs, fall down and break his neck. Or the lady will live for a few years as a wife to the night and die from child birth. The story tellers never give the actual tale, the sell what appeases to the eye and heart. Cinderella never had a happy ending, after the fairy gave her new shoes and clothes, she probably had to pay a price, give the fairy her soul, for all eternity after two years. About dreams, we should enjoy beautiful ones while they last and struggle not to wake up. The images around me in the dance floor kept on getting blurry and people appearing in two like some demons from horror movies.
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A person can never go through life waiting for happiness, you have to make your own, for there is nothing stronger and better like a good memory. “Your eyes make you beautiful, but your lips do more than that, you are a beautiful creation. One that took a few more hours to be made, I would say the creator had some free time to spare during that time,’’ he whispered the words in my ear in a slurry base, that was seductive and enticing. “Are you sure, are my eyes that beautiful,’’ I asked more confused than ever. We kept on having normal and sugar sweet conversations at the top of the stairs, the bully has a heart. I moved towards the room I was supposed to sleep in and he followed behind, helping me, making sure I didn’t fall. I pushed the door open and slid into bed before he pulled out the covers and made sure I was neatly tucked in. “You are such a good soul, what demons always take over you every day, what really happens?’’ I asked slowly as I felt sleep taking a toll on me.
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A person can never go through life waiting for happiness, you have to make your own, for there is nothing stronger and better like a good memory. “Your eyes make you beautiful, but your lips do more than that, you are a beautiful creation. One that took a few more hours to be made, I would say the creator had some free time to spare during that time,’’ he whispered the words in my ear in a slurry base, that was seductive and enticing. “Are you sure, are my eyes that beautiful,’’ I asked more confused than ever. We kept on having normal and sugar sweet conversations at the top of the stairs, the bully has a heart. I moved towards the room I was supposed to sleep in and he followed behind, helping me, making sure I didn’t fall. I pushed the door open and slid into bed before he pulled out the covers and made sure I was neatly tucked in. “You are such a good soul, what demons always take over you every day, what really happens?’’ I asked slowly as I felt sleep taking a toll on me.
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I pushed the large window to open fully and watched as he jumped in with a loud thud. ‘‘Be silent, someone is going to hear you,’’ I warned in a whisper as I suppressed a little girls giggle. It felt I was torn between leaving my window open so the bully could witness everything. He always made sure he gave me lessons at love with his little conquests every day, by leaving his window open, and putting the lights on so could watch every little detail, every single step as they kissed with him lifting his small whores against and doing all kinds of stuff to them. like I was cheating on him, so I pulled the window closed and turned around. ‘‘Heeeeeeey,’’ he greeted again as he pulled me into a warm hug. ‘‘Heey, ‘’ I greeted back as I hugged him too. ‘‘You smell so nice,’’ he commented as he pulled me closer to inhale his masculine scent. ‘‘Your cologne is also awesome,’’ I complemented, ‘‘What is it called?’’ I asked even though was sure that I would forget the name as soon as he
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I mouthed an awful goodnight to everyone at the table and didn’t stay behind long enough to hear wherever they would, say. I was just done with humanity and everything about them. ‘‘Don’t forget about tomorrow, its along day,’’ my papa screamed as hr shouted goodnight too. IO smiled and nodded my head before taking the flight of stairs towards my room. I got in closed the door and laid on the floor flat, with my head facing the wall. This room was my safe place, it was one of the only places in the world where I felt whole, The ceiling board was familiar as usual, the normal designs, the walls boring as ever. Boring and me always belonged in the same sentence, my life was boring, terribly boring, nothing about it could spark or raise eyebrows, it wasn’t even spiced up a little. I closed my eyes and just lay there for almost an hour, I wanted to feel nothing, I wanted to be numb to emotion, immune to love or hurt. I didn’t want to be human anymore. My headache was getting even w
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‘‘Beauty is all around you, all you have to do is open your eyes and see it’’ Dinner was boring as usual; it was just the sound of forks and spoons clinking on the plate as we all savored whatever was left inside our plates. The only time I ever felt alive was when I was eating. Food made me feel whole, it made feel like looking up to the next meal. There was a conversation going on around me, I made myself immune to whatever was being said, I blocked the words from reaching my ears. I had already given up, died inside a long time ago, the only thing I was doing right now was feeling up my body. I did not have a soul. I focused on the sounds the fork and knife made as it hit my plate and objectified my food as I became totally absent from everything that was happening around me. A hand tapped my shoulder and I gasped loudly in shock. ‘‘Sorry, but are you okay?’’ It was my step mama again, what was she even trying to do, by being good to me out of the blue. ‘‘I am fine,’’ I repli
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Every day, people ask if you are okay. A random stranger inside the bus pretends to care and ask if you are fine, because your palms are sweating, or your lips trembling, from your struggle with anxiety. But most of the time, no one does, its pretense. The moment I got into the house, I wish I didn’t, they all seemed to be in a happy mood, happy for no good reason and I feared they might want me to join them and perhaps, perhaps I wouldn’t be able to, lest they notice that my spirit has given up. ‘‘Hellooooo,’’ my father greeted as he stood up to come and say hi. I was really uncomfortable and he knew, I wasn’t up for all the happy merry, the high vibes, I wanted it low and quiet, I didn’t want anyone to recognize me. That’s how a child grows up when their mother abandons them, it’s the only way for them to cope up, you lay low and lock up all your feelings in a cage, you become numb, because feelings are useless, humans abuse them all the time, you better not have them. ‘‘Hey pa
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I literally rolled my eyes at the phrase, it was one of the most common things I had heard in school everywhere, despite the fact that I didn’t have much friends. That was so ordinary, it was a common phrase to tell a girl, it could get someone arrested. ‘‘ Girl, now you have standards about what to be done and what not to be done, and yet just recently you didn’t have a chance?’’ my conscience screamed at me after detecting what I had just done. ‘‘That is so lovely, oooouh,’’ I let out a fake mona as I struggled so hard not to laugh or do anything. God, I am evil too, kill me , punish me, make me repent. I laughed inwardly. I was currently doing well, experiencing a series of absolute highs that I couldn’t comprehends. What did I do to deserve all this. Would he have been heart broken if at all I had done it, if at all I had succeeded in taking away my life yesterday, perhaps he would have, perhaps he wouldn’t have. ‘‘ I think I like you,’’ he blurted out. ‘‘ What ?’’ I asked
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“ Well , that was my mama, she is preparing…’’ oooups, I almost ruined the surprise. “ What surprise, I thought you said it,’’ I asked even more curious and surprised. “ Well, I guess you will just have to wait and trust me on this,’’ she laughed as she threw her hair back while looking at me. “ I got to go, brush my teeth and stuff, I have been sleeping since forever,’’ I cried. “ And yesterday, I tried calling you several times, you weren’t picking.’’ “Really? What time?’’ “ At night, wanted to face time you now, and gossip, and anormal stuff, okay, okay, I can be too much sometimes, let that slide,’’ she spoke fast. “ Is that Barbra feeling insecure?’’ I laughed at the thought. She was one of the most confident human being that I knew who existed in planet earth, confidence and her always belonged in one sentence. “Lol, go get a shower and eat whatever you getting for breakfast, but I warn you, be ready for the surprise,’’ she winked before blowing kisses in the air and han
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I pulled the window down and drew back the curtains before standing on that position for a while , while just inhaling and exhaling the air around e. It was full of Cage, his scent everything. Perhaps all we need is a little lo9ve, all humanity needs is a little love to save it form drowning some one to care, someone to hug and hold your hand. I coiled in bed and hugged the balloon he had brought. It was laying on my chest with my hands draped around it as it felt warm. He was the sign, a sign form heaven above, a miracle, everything that I had hoped I would have but was too sacred to admit. I pulled up the sheets and turned off the bedside lamp, before closing my eyers. The balloon was still in my arms and my head was supported on the part of the bed where Cage had been sitting, it felt different, it felt better, it still smelt of him, it made me want to try again. *** It was another morning, a Saturday. Saturdays always felt so boring, boring because I was always stuck at home
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Sometimes all you need is a little love. A big hug, and someone to care. It heals the soul, repairs wounds that are beneath the skin and makes someone want to live again. ‘‘Tell me, what is it like?’’ Cage asked. ‘‘What is what like?’’ I laughed back. We were sitting in a position that I still couldn’t believe. Vince should probably see this, see me happy, see someone treating me like a human being. I wanted a picture of this moment, I wanted to remember it so that the next time the bullies threw a fracas or decided to belittle me, I would literally through the image on their faces and run. Nothing slaps differently and hits hard like seeing your enemy happy, that is why the ice cream incident affected them so much. ‘‘ I mean being you, sleeping in this big bed like a princess and having a magnificent view of the town and street from your window, I can’t imagine,’’ he said as he tickled my nose. He was laying on my bed with his back, with a billow over his lap and me laying on
