Camilla's Obsession: A Narrative Fiction

“I spotted her heading for the shortcut path through the site area to check out the beach after she tossed the breakfast trash in the can across the street. That’s why I thought it would be a good chance for us to talk. I don’t want her to get upset again, either. I feel pretty crappy about what I did. I didn’t really think it out too well, did I? I’ve been wanting to get things off my chest for so long, I guess I turned into a pressure cooker and took the lid off too fast. Look, don’t misunderstand me. I could never do what you do. You know it, and I know it. You’re the reason I can work, and I’m grateful to you for that, and for standing by me when I went to nursing school. I need you, and I need your help. I could never finish raising Arlene

I woke up in a cold sweat. Don’t do this to yourself again, I told myself. He’s gone. He doesn’t want you, he chose her. I still remember the day you told me you loved someone else. I can still feel my face fall and hear my heart break. I wanted to hate you, but I wanted to hate her even more. But I couldn’t make myself hate either of you, especially not the person who once brought me so much happiness.

“Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn’t all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation,or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.”

I loved you more than I loved myself. Not even, I was in love with you, and you broke my heart by breaking it off between us without even blinking an eye. When I called you on the phone a couple hours later, you sounded like you absolutely hated me, and that hurt even more. (Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not trying to sound like a victim. I’m sure you hurt or were hurting too.) We used to talk just about everyday for the past year or so. Not talking to you everyday is so strange. I don’t know what to do with myself half the time. Whenever something happens - whether good or bad - and want to run to tell you about it. I didn’t only lose my boyfriend, I also lost my real best friend, and my first real, true love. I really thought you were the one. After all, we were talking about going on a mini vacation by ourselves in the summer. You were supposed to come to my Abuela’s wedding and spend your 20th birthday with

I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.

I made the worst bad decision a girl could ever make and now you hate me. I know that. I also know that you could never forgive me. It makes me think. Was it really worth losing my best friend? Was it worth abandoning a friendship that lasted eight years? I wish you would just listen, Oliver. Can you really blame me for this? You were the initiator. You asked for it. Now you won’t even look at me. I don’t understand why you can’t just move on. I know you think I betrayed you and I know that you are ignoring me. In reality, all I did was do what you wanted. I miss you, Oliver. I know that you just want everything to go back to how it was, but it can’t. It will never be the same, especially with your illness. Change is a part of life

Carole and I were fleeing with urgency down the steep driveway, arms and legs pumping with fear. Which way to go? Down the reedy river path with potential snakes and the risk of being seen or the creepy drainage ditch? Looking back toward the house with rapid fire beats in our hearts, fear drove us forward. We searched to see how far ahead we were. Not far. Not as far as we needed to be, but he hadn’t appeared yet. The only logical way was through the rusty damp and dark pipes so we wouldn’t be seen. Our noses wrinkled with the disgust upon entry, filling our nostrils with a strong smell of mold and crud collected from storms.

As she opened the door, she hoped to herself that the inside was nearly as well done, to her delight... it was. The carpenters had fully replaced the banister and painted it and the blood trail was gone from the hardwood. All of the workers were huddled inside the cafe sipping on some coffee, they appeared to be taking a break. Her heart began to race as she ran up the stairs, it was rounding on five and they couldn’t afford a break...or could they. Cleo froze on the top step, it was unimaginable. Every fleck of wall and every particle of dust was in its original condition. No blood, no knives, not a single atom out of place. In stunned silence, she paced the hardwood floor, she walked from the railing to the bathrooms. She wasn’t sure how

I’ve decided to finish telling about how I got sick, After all there is nothing else for me to do while I am stuck here. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me. And of course she was mad and I had to hear the “young man I am very disappointed in you, you’re better than this talk” Even though was barely listening my dad lectured me on and on about how they paid good money for me to attend Pency Prep, it’s not like I didn’t care but I didn’t really care and eventually I got up and went to my room. They were really stressing me out and I was depressed again so I sat down and I began to talk to Allie, because that’s what I do when I’m depressed. It comforts me and takes me back to a time when everything was ok. “Okay now, go home and get your bike and meet me out front of Bobby’s house. Hurry up.”

On December , I was arrested for 3rd degree criminal trespassing. That day I was heading to go see my dad at the hospital. He had suffered his second stroke and doctors wanted to talk about what is possible for him since he was hooked on machines and unable to move or communicate in anyway for himself, i was also his power of attorney so i would speak for him. I was focused on nothing more than seeing my dad, but first i had to drop off my friend’s shoes she had let me borrow. Along the way i saw a walmart and i had not eaten all day and thought i could go in to get some snacks and a smoothie for my dad. I called my friend to come pick me up at the walmart instead and drive me to the hospital. She didn 't live far so i thought by the time i came out the store she would have already been outside waiting for me, but that wasn 't the case. My phone had died at that point so i had no way of calling her to let her know where i would be, so i decided to sit in front of the store where she could see me since the bench inside was taken by a woman and her kids. 5 minutes later an officer came asking me what i was doing there. I explained to him that i was waiting for a friend to come pick me up and that she’ll be here soon. He said okay but then proceeded to ask me questions like how many times have I been arrested or how long i have been away from home or rather or not i bought the items in my bag. I didn 't understand why he was asking me all of those questions and began to feel

I started using my new typewriter to type this up right when I got home, but I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now. You’re my best friend and I know that you didn’t want me to fall out of the tree. I don’t care what you think you wanted to do, or what anyone else thinks you did. You’ve been my best friend for so long, and I know that you wouldn’t have wanted this to come upon me. I started thinking about when came into the infirmary. I remember that you wanted to tell me something, but got kicked out of the room before you could. I know what you wanted to tell me, and I know it isn’t true. You would have said to me, “It was my fault,” and it’s not true. You don’t deserve that on your conscience, thinking that you broke

I was putting my things in my locker when I heard Austin approach me. "Hey, uh, soo, um how's your day going?" He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Not as great as yours is going." I said with a fake smile. "Uh, nono um let me explain. L-look, if you're gonna tell Laur-" I cut him off before he could finish. "N-no I-I'm not gonna tell her, I'm not gonna tell ANYONE. H-honestly I just, I wanna forget the whole thing, it was awkward and disturbing, an-" He cut me off this time continuing with his explanation. "Hey, look I'm not that guy okay. I mean yeah I did it, but I was gonna break up with Lauren th-" Austin got cut off again, but this time by Lauren herself. "Ooh, I heard my name." There she goes eating his face again. "What are you

Elisabeth Godwin tossed and turned, as she laid in bed on Tuesday night. The rushing sound of free falling rain drifted into her sleep. It's those same dreams that have kept her up, in the dead of the night, over the last several months. Haunting her. Beckoning her to cross over to the other side. It was as if, satan himself, knew the calling God had placed upon her. He sought with all his strength to convert her before she accepted Christ.

Yeah, I don’t really know what I am doing with myself anymore. When we started dating I was confused and scared. I pushed you away. I know and I feel horrible about it. I didn’t mean to but I just didn’t know how to express my feelings for you and I don’t do well with embarrassment or compliments. And It’s easy for me to get embarrassed when someone I like says something nice to me or about me. Later on I heard that you had done some unfavorable things to people I was close to and I became conflicted. Then my friend told me that he wished for me to break up with you. We talk often about me breaking up with you. People thought that I didn’t really love you, to be honest I wasn’t really sure if I loved you. Then thanksgiving came around and I couldn’t see you or talk to you everyday, so I wished to see you everyday. Though that didn’t come through because I ignored you. Though it wasn’t intentional at first as time passed I was afraid of answering you because I didn’t know what to say. I stopped talking because you insisted on buying me a Christmas gift. Which is a nice gesture but I didn’t want you to buy me anything because I was fine with just having you. The last day we were together Jaden said you were upset with me and I understood why I mean I did ignore you that that hurt you so much. But when you said you would ignore me the rest of the day it made me really upset, Instead of being mature and ignoring that comment since I knew you weren’t going to

Quirky, upbeat music plays as Sam and Suzy continue their adventure by preparing dinner, watching deer, and hiking through the rain. The map shows their journey on a dotted line to illustrate the length of it and their arrival. At their newly formed campsite, they catch fish for dinner and decide to take inventory. While Sam brought everything they seem to need for outdoor survival, Suzy brought (her brother’s) record player, kitten food, records, books, lefty scissors, rubber bands, batteries, toothbrush, and binoculars. Of course Sam’s concern is other whether she stole the books from the library. They discuss why she would do that coming down to the fact that her parents have a book called “Coping with a Very Troubled Child.” At this Sam laughs despite himself, which upsets Suzy causing her to storm off to the tent and zip it up. Sam, after processing for a few dumbfounded seconds, goes after her to tent. He apologizes and tells her that he is on her side which she accepts. During the interaction, each child’s face is shown close up as though the viewer was the one sitting in front of them, adding another sense of depth into this fictional world.