The Silence Of The Broken

  Maeve, we can't keep doing this". My mum's soft, kind words had no effect on my stone cold poker face. "Doing what!, Mum". I replied. I was tired of this conversation before it even began. "You know what... Maeve, you have to get better and want to live". "There's no use living mum". I was tired honestly, I just wanted to sleep and never wake up.My mum was near tears now as she grabbed my hands that were covered in bandages passionately.  Actually I was in the hospital for the umpteenth time for attempted suicide and this time the doctors in charge of my case had put me under close watch upon discharge.

-Maeve-                                           We weren't exactly rich, but we weren't begging anyone. The trip to Washington took forty-five hours and my mum and I shared occasional glances with thank-you's and please. The journey was mostly boring and quiet except for the radio that played while we were in the car. The trip was filled with drive thrus, regular stops to the bathroom, gas station and a one time trip to the nearest motel and a proper fresh-up time. When we arrived Washington, the gigantic buildings, the occasional noise, the smell and of course the crowds of people we passed on the highway, was supposed to be thrilling but it wasn't. At least not for me. We finally arrived at 6th avenue, Bellevue town, Seattle and my butt was glued to the seat...literally. I was so relieved

"How was school today Maeve?". That was the first thing she said to me immediately I buckled in.  "It was school... Teachers, students, classes. It was school". There wasn't anything to say. I couldn't tell her about how anxious I was walking into the class. I couldn't tell her how scared I got when the teacher introduced me to the class or how I went into freeze mode when she asked me to wave to the students when their gazes switched to me. I'm sure some stole glances at my bizzare, out of the weather clothes. I'm sure they sneered as well.  They must have laughed and whispered things I couldn't hear or maybe I was being paranoid.  So no I couldn't say those things, I o

Dear journal,     The day to submit our group work is creeping up on me and I haven't written a single line. Fuck!, I can't even get that dweeb to shut up and try to work with Daisy and I.       Something fishy is going on with mum, she's more alive and she's been in and out of the house. But I won't ask her. She'll tell me on her own. Then there's the appointments to see the therapist.. Oh God.      I closed the journal and stared out of my window into the cloudless night. It was just 7:30 and it was a Saturday night and mum had gone out today. This was the first time I was spending time alone in the house at night and i was feeling a little claustrophobic. I don't blame her for wanting to enjoy her life a little.it wasn't her fault I was a loner and highly misanthropic but I was angry that she gets to go out to see a movie today without the scars

She was sitting at the bus station, wearing a skinny skirt that hugged her hips and a sleeveless shirt. She looked so much like her. Black long curly hair, curvy and chubby body, brown-skinned too but there was something wrong with her. She didn't have that perculiar eye color. She didn't have Emerald-Acorn eyes and worse she wasn't his baby. He had been watching her for weeks now and he needed to act quickly. The headaches were getting too fierce and silly people were getting concerned. He was grateful for the cloudless, moonless night sky. Only the stars watched him get out of his bently and walk towards the girl.   -lindsay- 'Shit! Shit! Shit'. Those were the only words detective Lindsay kept saying as she raced towards a local waste site.  He was back. The motherfucker was back. Almost seven years. The media was stunned with the kind of brutality he exerted on his victims. They couldn't