Less Telly, More Showy…

Jessica Darcy
Aug 24, 2017 · 2 min read

1. I sat at the rough wooden table, sighing an ever hotter breath than the air around me. It was suffocating; my lungs were held down with each hot, humid inhale. The RV had no air conditioning, the quietness making me uneasy. It was all quiet except for my deep, reaching breaths. I had to stretch after waking from that horribly sticky night’s sleep, and when my fingers spread in the pouring in sunlight, I could practically feel the air against my fingertips.

2. My heart dropped and ached. I stared at John with wide, startled eyes, trying to ignore the horrid things he just yelled at me, the words pounding in my ears, making them ring and my eyes sting. His face was red. “I hate you. You’re nothing, worth nothing.” I tried to breath, but it was rattly and ragged, like a baby’s rattle. Tears began to fall, and my teeth ground themselves, furious with this show of emotion.

3. I doubled over, my stomach tying in knots, and my clammy hands shaking furiously. I was ill, I knew that. Everyone could see that. I couldn’t focus on the embarrassment of being so powerless in front of my classmates at that moment due to the acrobatics of my stomach, but I still had blood rush to my cheeks. I was too sick, too much pain was grounding my stomach into mush, but even my own body was more focused on my appearance. Then, that ground up mush exploded out from behind lips, and I realized with stinging realization, that I’d just hurled in front of everyone.

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    Jessica Darcy

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    Texas, books, and writing. But most importantly, Dr. Pepper. No one can forget the Pepper. You have been warned....