

Places Part 1I looked around, searching. Where could I go? I thought about my options. Joel was a no go, seeing as he was probably looking for me as well. All the friends I had were friends with Joel as well. My parents were out of the question. The state I left in four years ago meant I would not be welcomed with open arms, if I was welcomed at all. Mum had mentioned that I had a brother that lived on the other side of town. I giggled a bit. I probably had half siblings all over the world for all I knew. Mum was that kind of woman. She never had a steady person in her life other than Dad and they were on and off regularly last time I saw them. I imaginedPlaces Part 1


Onion Part 1So it felt like I was an onion. Not in an I smell and cannot be pleasurable by myself sort of way, but in the way that I had layers of myself that could be shed. Oh and they were shed. I sat there feeling like the horrendous middle part that was hard and the core. It was all that was left of me now. I was vulnerable and small and all of the fantasticness that was me had been stripped and I was boring. I lay utterly revolted with what I had become. How did I get here? I asked myself. What happened to the rose in my cheeks and the fun I used to have which resembled 3 year olds playing in a school play ground. I could see her, my forOnion Part 1