I sat up in bed and couldn’t stop shaking.
I awoke to the sound of feet shuffling outside of my bedroom door.
The next day, Marilyn was seen to have bruises on her shoulders and back. The studio hairdresser covered them with makeup.
I exposed my body to well below freezing temperatures to see what all the celeb-fueled cryo fuss is about.
Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe it was something really big.
When I woke up that morning, I didn’t have a reflection.
Being the new kid in school sucks. I thought by now I would have been used to it, because of all the moving my family has done over the years. But I guess there is no getting used to the stares and the condescending curiosities. Sometimes I wonder if they know my secret. Can they tell just by looking at me?
Jessica. Sorry, it’s still hard to even write her name. It feels like the weight on my chest gets heavier every time.
One Saturday morning only a month after the break-up, my routine was cracked wide open when a police officer knocked at my door.
I first entered my friend Rebecca’s apartment 3 months ago. I mean, I had been there before many times, but this time started 3 months ago.