I met Drew’s brother the next day when they came over for lunch. There was something weird about him, especially with the way he kept staring at me from across the table.He was nothing like Drew. Sure, they look alike but it ends there. Don’s eyes are nothing like his brother’s beautiful ones. It’s the same hazel, except Don’s are the kind that peers into your soul and unravels your deepest secret. His gaze pierced through me, making me stand up from the table.“Is the food not to your taste Carrie?” Mother asked in annoyance. I immediately picked up my cutlery and started to eat.“Why are you encouraging her to eat?” Cassie said beside me. “If anything she needs to starve if you ask me. I’m not sure she’ll be able to go through the door at this rate.” She said it all with a smile.I lowered my head so my hair could fall to the sides. It served as a wall so I wouldn’t see the look of disapproval on Drew’s face. For the first time I didn't have an appetite and the chicken breast the C

Today our one month anniversary of our therapy sessions, Jenny and I. It’s been weeks of staring at the pale cream wall of Dr. Kent’s office and hoping that Jenny will miraculously say a word.He says her muteness is as a result of the trauma she had suffered from witnessing her mother’s death. But I think it’s much more than that. To have this constant nagging at the back of my head that I’m the reason she has turned into this shadow of herself is unbearable.It’s the only reason I sit on this mint green couch every weekend and bear the constant reminder of my own guilt.It would’ve been okay if she spoke to everyone else but me. It would have been understandable. Shutting everyone out only signifies the depth of the damage done to her person.I squeeze my hands tighter on my lap and watch her side profile.The blank expression is on her face, with her mouth pulled down at the corners in an attempt of a frown.What I would do to see her smile again, too hear her speak again.“Mrs. C

I looked at my dull brown eyes which was a result of the uncomfortable contact lens that I knew was a bad idea but wore them anyway. I was a person now and was going to look every bit of it. My now short hair hung down the side of my head in uneven waves just barely reaching my ears. I tucked in my crisp white shirt which was no doubt the cheapest in the building into my pants that must’ve seen better days. My phone kept ringing disrupting what was supposed to be a badass imagination of myself busting into the office that was on the floor above me and shooting my boss in the head. It would have been game over for everyone. Finally picking up the phone and connecting the call, I spoke “What is it Charles?”, Unable to conceal the irritation in my voice. I rummaged through my suitcase that was on the floor leaning into the side of my leg. I needed to make sure the files and fake documents I had in them were not abandoned in the drawer at home. “What are you still doing

I waited. My heart growing in doubt for a moment. If there was no reaction from him then I was in trouble because the vase was bound to hit him square in the face. I had the perfect aim. It was the split of a second as my heart jumped that he flipped and kicked the vase. His eyes sparkling with a lot of violence before he realized where he was and put his calm exterior back on. He was hiding something. “Seems like my calm assistant has a past of his own that he is trying to hide” I said, unable to hide the sneer from my voice. He said nothing which infuriated me even more. “There’s one thing you should know about me Car if you’re going to keep working here” I said, walking straight to him and keeping eye contact. “I hate fucking puzzles, there’s nothing I can’t figure out” I stood in front of him now, only noticing then how much shorter he was, his head only coming up to my chest but in spite of his small exterior there was something burning inside him that could c

When I woke up the sun was barely up in the sky. But that wasn’t my problem, the pain that had me writhing was. I clutched my chest in pain, hitting it severally like it would automatically stop. The little cupboard by my beside had never seemed that far away until now. I stretched out my hand in agony and tried to get my pills, but my fingers only ended up brushing the edge of the cupboard. I tried to get up but only succeeded in falling back to the bed as something strong pulled at my chest almost suffocating me. This couldn’t be the end of me, I was yet to accomplish all the things that I wanted. Maybe I should’ve listened to Charles and gotten treatment but that would only post-pone the inevitable. I just need a few weeks at the most to get my revenge done and then death could lay its cold hands on me. I didn’t mind. I laid in that position for what seemed like eternity before the pain returned, even more intense than before. I couldn’t help but scream at