They don’t tell you how much you’ll fall until you do. The collapsing feeling, the absolute captivity, the apparent numbness and euphoric feeling of love. You go through the different stages either epically or not at all. You skip past the bullshit and reveal your true self or you get stuck in it and can’t get through. I’m in the room and I look around only to find my significant other. What had he been doing here? I panicked and I darted out of his view. I stumbled into the bathroom and collected myself. Opened the medicine cabinet and swished some mouthwash around. I looked in the mirror at my bloodshot eyes and wished I could just fall asleep and stay inside forever. I fell to the floor and slowly drifted and then I left. I often left and I liked it that way. Checking out of life one whiskey shot at a time. I was found wrapped around porcelain. He found me. And he never knew why I was there. My boyfriend Jack carried me away. As I glanced over his shoulder I glared at the source. The source of my fatality. I hadn’t felt alive in a really long time. But I didn’t want to. He stared back and winked at me. “Jesus fucking Christ Jack can you maybe be a little gentler.” I said ferociously. “Can I maybe stop finding you trashed in the bathroom at every party you go to?” “I don’t know baby the bathroom is just so much nicer.” I said grimly with a hint of sarcasm. “Besides, look what I scored in creepy Tom’s bathroom” Jack stared at me as I slurred my words, “Sedatives my love, if you keep acting like an a - hole you won’t get any.” Jack was silent with a slight grin on his face. I told him I was hungry and we drove to the nearest fast food restaurant. I just really needed some mini churros in my belly more than anything. I stare... ... middle of paper ... ...ly and I guess he showed up. The morning came and Jack asked me how I felt so I started crying and begging for forgiveness, but he just walked away and said it was too late. I had nothing. I lost my very best friend and I didn’t want to be without him. He was always right there with me through the worst days and the best and he loved me for me. Flaws and all. I left my house that day with a note in my back pocket. A goodbye letter to my dearest Jack. I was coked out and drunk as fuck and I wanted to tell Jack that I was sorry one last time and that it was okay to move on and I would be fine and all of this other shit that wasn’t true. I started my car and the song “Kelsey” by Metro Station started blaring and I almost broke the nob trying to turn it down. I flew down the street swiping a few trashcans as I went and when I got on the freeway everything went white.
“Wow! You were as hungry as I was. Be a good boy and I’ll see you later.”
"It’s considered a clean room and so parents can’t actually walk back in there with their street clothes on and things like that."
Stuck In Love, an independent romantic comedy film, is a movie about novelist Bill Borgens, Sam, and Rusty that focuses on their complicated relationships. Bill Borgens, a successful award winning novelist, stops writing for two years after his divorce with his ex wife. Erica is remarried, and Bill flounders over her and intends to keep his promise of marriage with her. Sam is a realist who prefers hook-ups and one night stands as a plan to protect herself because she is afraid of getting hurt by love. Rusty is a high school student who is in love with his classmate, Kate, who is addicted to cocaine. The character Samantha is relatable in the aspect of that she prefers hook-ups because she is afraid of being hurt by love and being betrayed
Death’s whisper traveled in my ear, wrapping around my mind, “I can take you away from this madness. Beyond this hell, that is life.” “Will it be more peaceful there?” I asked. “As serene as heaven above.” Possessive Depression responded. My heavy heart fluttered at the thought of serenity. No more painful days, or lonely, restless nights. No more of this living death. Anxiety murmured all my insecurities tempting me to make the decision, as every tick-tock from the clock he held, echoed in my brain, putting fear in me of things that will never happen. I thought about the invitation to eternal sleep, “I would finally be able to extract this smiling mask…” Thus, I decided to join the dance of death, done dealing with my dilemmas.
“Morning sweety, you must be famished. I have French toast!” I sat down and smiled, but still did not stop staring at Colton. He giggled,
“Don’t! You probably have lice and I am not washing everything in this house again. Come on,” she said, grudgingly, dragging me by the wrist. “Let’s at least get you both cleaned up before we continue arguing about what to do.”
That day was one defining moment in my life, yes, I went into a period of darkness and rejection but also it began a new period in my life of courage and truth, I had stepped way out of my comfort zone and risked it all for love, I knew that to ever have an honest relationship with Tyler I had to put it out there, so I would never wonder “What
In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal. I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm -- because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn't recognize it anymore.
I fell. I fell out of innocence. I fell out of childhood. I fell out of sanity. But I didn't fall willingly, I was pushed. I was pushed by the life the I had chosen for myself. I was pushed by the want to look up to my oldest sibling. I was pushed by the need to have a mother, a protector, a friend. I was pushed by a gust of wind, and just like God intended me to, I fell off the balcony, BACKWARDS, into my sister’s arms.
“It’s okay, most men who come in are looking for the same thing and a few women too.”
For the first time, I just frozen there thinking,”Cody is going to die, CODY IS GOING TO DIE.” I felt that I had lost control of my own body and that I too was going to die. There was a sharp pain in my body and I just sat down, crying, crying, crying.
Shivering in the blasting cold night, the words fear and death invaded my soul and lamentably waited for the deathblow. The darkness of the lemon orchard under the full moon hidden behind long, high parallels of cloud was accelerating my fear and advancing the idea of `suddenly disappearing` in my mind. I had never thought of death before. The rows of lemon tree standing like elite soldiers made me feel like an enemy soldier captured in war and was being taken to be executed by guillotine. A shotgun was targeted towards my head which made my eyes and legs become paralysed; thus I could not feel or sense anything. My eyes looking blindly and my legs walking briskly with the question” will I die” stuck on my mind like a tick attaches into skin.
“Are you sure you want to be at home? How about you stay at my place tonight instead?”
Pitch stared at the small vile he held in his hand. The last remaining vile of fearling venom left in existence. It was the only vile the Guardian's had failed to destroy all those years ago. In it there was just enough to create one, and he had been so close to doing just that. Had Jack not broken free of his control so soon he would have had his dark prince.
...ed eyes, vision growing fainter, body becoming paralyzed, and the hum of the hospital machines muting to a dull throb. And slowly I rise, rise into the escape of pure bliss.