KALEO
THE NIGHT OF THE MURDER
The bleeding scars. The bitter truth
-and the gruesome reality.
One touch, and palms enveloped my my lips, urging me to yell, to bite -but the only one hurt was me, the hands pulled me away from the kitchen.
The metallic clang was enough to alert the person behind the mask and as i heard the shivering sounds, i was terrified. And then in a spontaneous moment of trying to break free, i kicked as hard as I could, pushing both of us to the ground.
We both struggled to stand as he reached for the knife that fell to the ground while I made an attempt to run free.
I was weak, having already being stabbed as I staggered to the edge of the balcony, before suddenly i felt the weight of hands around my lips, allowing me to trip over. Then as the knife trailed upwards my body
KALEOThe photographs were boldly taken, of the scene, the ropes and her bruised neck.I wiped angrily at a tear as i dropped the phone, which i knew I would pick up again as i grieved the gruesome outcome."It was a devastating suicide that rocked the whole community"The press release of the recently conducted investigations but hardly was i convinced my mother would kill herself. I knew she struggled, back when Elizabeth died, but she put so much work and her promises-her goddamn promise never to leave me.And each second i was on edge, finally persuaded to attend her funeral, to bade her one last heart wrenching goodbye."You should have some rest" Maria suddenly whispered, enveloping my palms with hers as she tilted the ring on my fingers."It will soon be over" She assured. "I'll be with you. We start tomorrow and your grandma said we'll rest at a motel or so bef
WUGazing over my shoulders cautiously, i still stirred my brewing cup of tea in the awkward silence-only the metal tea spoon stirring against the sides of my mug as our eyes caught.With some sort of disgust, she still looked away, having no words for me still. My grandmother and I seldomly got along but her judgemental silence was nothing you'd wish to deal with."I'm gay"I had told her before her eyes gestured a million words her lips couldn't speak. "You know I'm just gay, i didn't murder" I finally muttered, not looking away from the swirling of freshly brewed tea."Just gay?" She echoed with a sigh that seemed to unburden her shoulders."I'm not less of your granddaughter neither am I less of a woman because I'm gay" I immediately snapped, almost angered."So have you known this all your life and you just decided to drop this on m-"
AALIYAHSome things,-are bound to happen.We call them accidents, because we never expected them. Unfortunate because we never wanted them.And devastating, because we dreaded them.They say this things come for a purpose, to make us stronger and we must learn to embrace a new challenge-to determine that our sorrows won't overcome our joy and our pains won't cover our gains.That these things either shape us or break us, it defines us if we let it-it just depends if we're ready, ready to take it by the horns and defeat it.Because they also said these things were never meant to conquer us.~I could use a whole of speeches as I sat, my legs swung beneath the hospital bed, begging to fall to the ground and i cleared my throat.The doctor had seemed longer this time and i often sighted him dash
JACQUELINEWe had walked around the block in search of her mother, all efforts had been in vain."There's really no need to get worried, she might just have needed some time away" I continually convinced but she shook her head."She never goes out. She just sends me these errands but she might be angry about-" She paused as I halted, looking to her."I might have maybe told her i was gay" She said and i just remained quiet as we marched on the same block we already checked twice, maybe even thrice.Then all of a sudden, she gasped, running towards a building of shops with her face washed with relief.In the same direction, someone who i guessed was her grandmother by the striking resemblance, innocently sat on a chair."See, she's safe. She might have just come to get-" I said as I looked at the name of the shop above us."James and s
KALEOkeep breathing.I couldn't imagine how many times i was told that,-when my anxiety takes over and my heart suddenly feels heavy or after the accident when i was bound to a wheelchair-when fear grips my heart and the agony of loosing a mother.keep breathing.Was that really enough?~A smear of the colorful lights had dashed across in respect to the speeding car, my head was against the closer window as my eyes wearily began to close, terribly exhausted from the past week.Funny enough, by the way Maria still handles the steering wheel, you could tell she still had strength to spare-that woman never really got tired.But my grandmother, she was already passed out on the chair, with only the seat belt clinging her so she doesn't fall. The car was silent, only the low music that came
MARIAI was almost tucked into bed as my longing sense waited by the windows--until there was a slight thud against them."God, i told him not to use stones on the glass" I muttered as i jolted from the bed before sneaking my way to the entrance.The door always creaked the loudest when we didn't want it to, and slowly he made his way in and we walked up to my room.Marc was very good at hiding, especially since he hadn't seen me in awhile and i personally loved it because it reminded of younger days when I sneaked around.He groped my waist and whispered into my ears-"I missed you so much"Before pushing me unto the bed, and pulling off my top before his lips kissed my neck and slowly he went lower. "I can't wait to teach you something" He said as i wrapped my arms around his neck."
WUFIFTEEN YEARS AGOSomehow the world felt so distant, and the snow became nothing but icy pain once i had stepped outside-in search of something that would remind me of the christmas spirit i once had.I had just lost both my parents to a tragic accident that wrecked not only the vehicle, but my family. And instead of planning for Christmas this time, i wore on a black pinafored gown for the funeral of both my parents-forced to pretend like i could move on from such devastating phase of my life.So there i was, my palms against the window shield, begging for every thing to just go back to the way it was months ago. If Christmas wishes came true, i wouldn't care how insane it would be to hope I'd get both my parents back while i opened the gifts thay had slipped under the tree but still pretende
JACQUELINE"Hey" I squealed as the door parted--she was still on a robe, which her hands still held it across her body, on christmas.Most of the christmases we had, we often spent it together, either in the bar or at Maria's but this year, Aaliyah just pushed for Wu to host us.We thought she needed some of her friends, her sisters, especially since her mother took ill but the truth was we all needed each other and sometimes we forgot what comfort and sisterhood feels like.I wrapped my arms around her neck whilst pushing her from the sides as we both smiled."Hey" She said immediately, slightly jolted by my surprise gesture."Merry Christmas" I said as i pulled away before I walked down the corridor to her kitchen.Wu's house was regularly large, i mean it's Miami, there are hardly any small houses but those ancient chinese