November 7, 2015

Day 28 It was two days before I was supposed to start again. My bronchitis had mostly cleared up, and I was desperate to know how Daniel was doing. I knocked on the door hesitantly and then checking that the note i’d written him was still in my pocket. There was no answer. I was …

November 5, 2015

Day 22 Continued Daniel had two more fits before his mother got home. The last two were all coughs and no vomiting, but I was still pretty worried. I managed my post on the tub ledge as Daniel curled on the ground, and that is how she found us. Mrs. Eppstein’s eyes widened. “What happened?” …

November 4, 2015

Day 13 continued Rob was sitting in the living room with the lights off when I got home. “Hey,” his rattled from disuse. “Hey,” I answered flipping the light on and shucking my jacket. “Where have you been?” Rob asked as he slowly began to crack each knuckle one at a time. I continued to …

November 3, 2015

Day 6 Continued Daniel wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. “Sorry, I last track of time,” he wheezed as he held the door open for me. I stepped into the entryway. “So where’s your mom?” “She doesn’t get home until seven and dad, well he’ll probably be later than that,” he shut the …

November 2, 2015

Day 4 Friday nights, there was something about Friday nights that made all the rest of the week doable. Maybe it was being caught up in a wave of incited youth as we loll in our intoxicated dance. “Get Off My Back!” screamed in irreverent tones and shameless closeness reminded me who I was. I …

November 1, 2015

Day 1 His fist landed at the apex of the space below my rib cage like a hard ball of white marble. The air was forced from my lungs as I stumbled back into the wall. I knew what was coming next, I could already feel his hand around my throat, as if they were …