I wonder where I should go from here. I am done, I think. I have bared most of the filth of my past. There are more incidents, details too horrid, which I believe I will never tell anyone about. All they could do would be to prolong mine and any possible reader’s nausea. That would be pointless, and would not add to the story, nor to the purpose of ( Read more... )

They thankfully did not send me back to the institution, even though my father was all for the idea. Who knows if I would ever have made it out of there this time. I heard them argue about it. But I remained there, in that room which no longer felt like it was mine, if it ever had. My mother made sure I stayed in bed for most of the time, by the ( Read more... )

I woke up properly a week or two later. At first, I was in a normal hospital, in an emergency ward. I had several broken ribs and my jaw was fractured. The belt marks were faint, but still showed on my neck. My underarms were heavily bandaged, so I did not know at first whether I would be scarred or not. As for any other injuries, the pain had ( Read more... )

That affected him like I had never been able to before ( Read more... )

I pick up my post at the local post office every once in a while. I do not receive a lot of letters. But there was one today. It had apparently been forwarded by my mother, since it was addressed to my name, poste restante at the local postal code. The paper was a faint off-white and of a nice quality. I opened it with some anticipation as I walked ( Read more... )

I have been contemplating the other possible outcomes. I suppose it could have just faded away, through having continued for the few months that were left, then I would have graduated and gone back to living with my parents. I might never have seen him again. Or more likely, he would have shown up at my door one day, all smiles and charm, and I ( Read more... )

I could go right to the end now, but I think this one should be included. There is something significant about this episode, though I am not yet quite sure what it is exactly ( Read more... )

After we returned from the summer holidays, the first event of the school year was the appointment of the new prefects. There was one for each house, all chosen among students of the class which was to graduate that year. It was not a surprise to anyone that C. had been chosen ( Read more... )

( The still of Winter )

There was more to the story I told some days ago. I wish I could just sum it all up into the little word disgusting and move on. But if it was that easy, I would have done so a long time ago.

( Game, part II )