The water engulfed me whole. Its arms wrapped around my limbs. They yanked and tore at my desperate attempt to live until I stopped thrashing. Until I gave up.

They clung onto her body and wouldn’t let go. They tore her down except she had already given up struggling.

TOP CREATIVE WORK OF THE MONTH: The broken little girl who no longer had an innocent, pure heart would stay collapsed right next to her friend. But the snow saw everything and took up her offering.

When you tell yourself you can do it over and over again, you truly start to believe you can. And it just becomes all the more devastating each time you fail.

TOP CREATIVE WORK OF THE MONTH AWARD: The voices start again. The cries of every sacrifice I had to make to get here. They whimper and scream, “We’re going to get you someday. Just you wait.”

Or is he?

All of a sudden P.E. turned from the free social period to the how-do-I-stall-another-hour-without-seeming-suspicious-and-keep-my-grades-up-without-a-friend-group period.