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Content Warnings: Suicide mention, implied past rape/sexual assault (non-graphic)
I was never the type to join a sorority. My twin sister, Chel, begged me to rush with her the summer before our freshman year approached, but I think she knew deep-down I was a lost cause. I was a band geek in high school, and a band geek I intended to remain. Don't get me wrong - this isn't some "not like other girls" bullshit. I was happy for Chel. I even got trashed on celebratory wine coolers with her when she pledged her sorority. We just had different interests. As long as she was happy, that’s all that mattered, and I know she felt the same about me. How did I miss that she was so deeply unhappy?
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“OK, Belly, it’s time for bed.”
Mommy closed the book she’d been reading and stood up, plopping Annabelle on her feet. Annabelle really wanted to hear the rest of the story, but she yawned before she could complain. Maybe Mommy was right. Annabelle started to skip down the hall to Mommy’s room before she remembered. “Big girls sleep in their own beds, Annabelle,” Mommy had said. “Don’t worry about monsters. I’ll check under the bed and keep you safe.” |
AuthorSarah Fettke is an aspiring horror author from Kansas City, Missouri. Stories cross-posted here and on Reddit at reddit.com/user/how-queer. Archives
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