The reason

“You’re the reason she’s like this,” she said to me, explaining my sister’s lack of trust and friendship. “What you did changed her. She will never fully trust anyone again.” Her gaze remained on the passing landscape as she held the steering wheel in front of her. She said it like it was just a part of the conversation. Like it was a well know fact, but there was something about the way she said it. There was an edge to her voice.

I stayed silent and bit back my response.

Why did she bring this up? It was two years ago that I did that and still she blames me? She was the one who told me to move on. To forget about what happened. But again she brings it up. Does she not realize the guilt I face whenever I reopen that door? I know that what I did was terrible. I don’t need her to remind me.

I’ve apologized. Please stop bringing it up.

-e

Writing

I love to write, but the only writing pieces that I can finish, are the sad ones. The ones where I explain that little pit of black in the back of my brain. I want to write about the beauty in this world because there is so much of it. Instead, only words filled with anger and something so suffocating fill the page. I hate that I can’t seem to put the good into words, but the bad comes so easily. I’ve tried to think and write positively, but it’s so much easier to write about the negative because it’s so much easier to see. Each piece of positively is sloppy and is not worth anyones time, but the depressing one’s are better. More relatable, I guess. It’s easier to fall into to that black pit and let it’s claws guide my hands on the paper. I know that I am a negative person and can only see a few steps ahead. I want to change that, but I don’t know how.

e.r.b

Pancakes

A burn on my hand sings in hot pain. The skin has already become a pale pink and shines a bit more than the rest. Pancakes. A burn for pancakes. Seems like a fair trade to me. I whisk together more of the mixture and water, scraping at the bottom of the bowl. When the off-white liquid becomes the same viscosity of glue, I pour it on the griddle. Steam rises and sizzles as the pancake cooks. I quickly add chocolate chips to the top and they sink a bit into the already thickening liquid.

My grandmother says I eat too much food because it’s the only thing in my life that I can control. That the amount of food I allow into my body is the one thing that only I can change. She’s right, but I’ll never tell her that. I don’t eat lunch or dinner or breakfast. Instead, I graze throughout the day. Sometimes, when I’m bored, I eat so much my stomach aches. Other days I don’t eat anything at all. I like to tell myself that I have control in other aspects like my emotions. That I can control the way my surroundings affect me, but we all know that’s far from the truth. My brain feels like a ¬†snow globe. Small, glittering flakes whirl around a tiny, glass container. Than, they settle on the bottom until someone comes back to shake up the globe again. They are dependent on everything, but me.

The edges of the pancakes change from shiny to matte. I pick up the black spatula and flip them. The surface of the almost-perfect circle is a delicious golden brown. I allow the pancake to bake a bit more and remove it from the black, hot surface. Waiting for the pancake to cool is hardest part, so I usually skip it. I eat the one that isn’t going to completely burn my tongue first. Almost-molten chocolate coats the roof of my mouth as I enjoy the pancake.

e.r.b

A bit about me

Today, I will share with you a bit about my life. It is not very exciting, but I would like for you guys to get to know me better and for me to get to know you, so here are ten things about me.

  1. I have three little sisters (Courtney, Caroline, and Sara).
  2. I plan to someday get my PhD in geology.
  3. I have three pets that inhabit my room: a crested gecko, a leopard gecko, and a russian tortoise.
  4. I peaked in kindergarten. (I was super social, now I’m kind of a hermit)
  5. I work at an after school program at my local elementary school.
  6. I am sixteen years old.
  7. I eat a lot of candy. I’m surprised my teeth haven’t fallen out.
  8. Growing up, I struggled to read and was behind most of my peers.
  9. I love anime especially the art of it.
  10. This is what I look like:

IMG_1498.JPGThanks for reading.

E.R.B