http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sarapetz5 The original writings of author Sarah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775994197 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 7 After Will had left the room, theclass remained pretty silent. I continued working on my quiz, occasionallyglancing up to look at Valerie. She was sitting at her desk biting her nailsand reapplying chap stick every couple of minutes. I saw her glance towardsWill&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1819846/ Chapter 6 I dragged Sadie into a janitor’scloset down the hall, and shut the door behind me. The janitors only worked atnight, so I figured no one would come looking for us here. Once the door was closed, I stoodwith my back against the door staring at Sadie. Once I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1819368/ Chapter 5 Instead of goingto the principal’s office, I roamed the halls. I figured I was already screwed,so there was no real point in going. I’d probably get suspended at this point,but it didn’t make any difference. Honestly, I’d rather be home than t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1819236/ Chapter 4 “My legs aretired,” said Zander as we walked along the sidewalk towards his daycare. “I know, baby,but we’re almost there,” I reassured him. Zander’s daycare was about a milefrom our apartment and took about fifteen minutes to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1818629/ Chapter 3 “Sadie, wake upalready,” my baby brother said, pushing my arm. He was shaking me pretty hardfor a four year old, and I jolted awake immediately. Once my eyes opened, hetook a step back. I looked over at him, standing at the side of my bed actingas thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1818554/ Chapter 2 “Good morningclass,” Mr. Morrison stated, glancing around the room. He stared longer at thegirls in the room than any of the guys. It was disgusting. “How was everybody’sweekend?”His head shiftedfrom each student in the room, but n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1818462/ Chapter 1 “Heidi, I’mtelling you the truth,” I said firmly, grasping her right hand.“Bullshit, Will.I know you slept with her,” she said, pulling away from me.“For themillionth time, I didn’t sleep with her!” It came out a li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1818221/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1818220/ All I can think about is that blade.Even when I'm not sad, I hear it calling my name.Begging. Pleading.Praying that I will come play.I think about that first cut all the time.Exhilarating in my mind. I never thought blood was pretty,Until I saw it dripping down my own skin.I was obsessed.My mind fix.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1817376/ I promised myself never again.But promises don't really mean much to me.No matter what I tried, I couldn't stop the voices.The ones singing venomous melodies inside my head.Haunting me, Taunting me.Making a mockery out of my sad, little life.So I did the only thing I knew how to do.I clutched t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1817035/ These f*****g thoughts circle around in my head. Why did you do that to me?You were supposed to protect me.That's what brothers do.How could you do that?Stripped me of my damn innocence.I wish to God you would f*****g die. You don't deserve the air in your lungs. No, not the beating of your heart.Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1816738/ Chapter 20 Iwasn’t even sure how I got there. Somewhere in between my thoughts and the carstopping to a halt, there I was. Parked in a sketchy parking lot just beforethe old Ravenel Bridge above the Charleston River. The same river that oncecontained Alex’s dead .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1815593/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1815540/ Chapter 18 Ididn’t know where Alex lived, but Noah knew. He’d been there a hundred times, Idon’t think he could ever forget. We pulled up to a house on the other side oftown. A small dwelling with flowers planted out front. Roses, of course. Alex’sfav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1815375/ Chapter 17 Caleb’shomecoming was nothing special. We sat around watching television for a while.There wasn’t much else Caleb could do with a broken leg. Mrs. Kepner had bakeda cake the night before and a few of his relatives came over in the evening,but that was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1815048/ Chapter 16 Mygrandmother had given me a bike for my eighth birthday. A white and pink bikewith a bell and a basket and everything. A real gem, it was. Iremember one year riding and riding all around the neighborhood for hours. I’dsay hi to all of the neighbors and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1814645/ Chapter 15Asmuch as I didn’t want to go back to Caleb’s house, that’s where I went. Ifigured if I could just sneak in without anyone seeing me, I could lock myselfin the guest room until I figured out what to do about Noah and Caleb and mymother and all of the other p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1814554/ Chapter14Isat inside my car in the hospital parking lot for a couple hours. I couldn’t gohome because I didn’t want to see my mother. I couldn’t go to my beach becauseit just reminded me of Noah, and I certainly couldn’t go see Noah. I couldn’tdo that to Cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1814165/ Chapter 13Mylegs trembled the entire drive over there. Noah’s hand rested in its usualplace on my inner thigh, but even his gentle touch couldn’t calm my nerves. Iwas anxious. I’m not even sure why. Noah turned on the radio to one of hisfavorite stations, but even the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1813850/ Chapter 12Nightcrept onto us, slowly. The hours passed, but I still didn’t want to go back.Not to that house. Not while she was there. Noahwas lying beside me, back against the sand. His eyes had shut a while ago, andI figured he might have fallen asleep. I stood up carefully and stead.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1813742/ Chapter 11 Myknees were shaking uncontrollably as the rest of my body sat frozen. Noah’s righthand was holding onto the inner part of my left thigh. “Please, relax,” hesaid, gripping my thigh tighter with his fingertips. Acouple blocks down, when we were aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1813050/ Chapter 10Theroom was still dark when I woke up. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. It read 4:43. A big yawn escaped from my mouth as I attempted to sit upin bed. My back ached and my arms were sore. My throat was dry and my lips werechapped. I walked over to the desk, pick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812637/                                                 &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812480/ Chapter 8Ispent the remainder of the day in and out of consciousness. Noah never left myside although a few times I would wake up and notice that he had dozed off inthe chair positioned next to me. I can’t really blame him. He spent the wholenight worried sick about me.Surp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812479/ Chapter 7Whenmy mother woke up in the back seat, she was incredibly disoriented. Her headached from all the alcohol and she couldn’t hardly sit up straight. It was alittle after noon and rain was sprinkling down on them. My father, having beenup driving all night, thought it best to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812477/ Chapter 6 Tenyears was what my mother was originally sentenced. However with a fewcomplications and being admitted to the psychiatric hospital, the institutioncontacted my grandmother and let her know that it might take a while longer. Ididn’t know how much longer they had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812456/ Chapter 5I’vealways admired writers. People that can sit down with a blank piece of paperand create a masterpiece out of the English language. Someone who can transforman empty space into a fantasy world with just the scribbling of a pen. Someonewho can create characters so relatab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812455/ Chapter 4Isaved all of her text messages. All fifty two of them. That’s how many daysAlex lived in the story of my life. After I managed to get through her funeral,I went and looked back at them all. I must’ve read through them a hundred times.And on about the sixty seventh t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812454/ Chapter 3Alexwas severely depressed. No one ever knew. Not her closest friends or herfamily. At least, that’s what I had thought. I think she had too much pride tosee a therapist. It would’ve been too embarrassing for her to seek professionalhelp. She hid it all so well. Concea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812449/ Chapter 2When my motherfound out she was pregnant, she didn’t immediately tell my father. She said shedidn’t want to ruin his life. He was in his third year at Coastal Carolina on abaseball scholarship with dreams of making it to the big leagues someday. Butthe real reason was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812320/ Chapter 1 August eleventh isa day that will live in infamy for the rest of my life. Sadly, it was the day Ientered this world. Nothing more than exactly eight pounds and three ounces ofpure innocence. My mother held me close in her soft, lean arms. Close enough soshe could f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812318/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarapetz5/1812317/