6 Entangled Threads

 First Session with Angelo Frost  04/July/2020 Saturday  Dear Diary,     been a while since we have talked, and it looks like after 5 sessions, my therapist Angelo Frost, has finally convinced me to start writing and start talking to you again. Angelo, he is nice, but the plants in his room, they are as silent as the silence before the storm, they are as gloomy as the dark stormy, night clouds. When I first went to him, he was sitting crossed-legged on the sofa with reading glasses and a diary. He had a pearl face, a girly resemblance, a slim body with minimal mussels, big brown eyes, and black hair that hung till his waist. when he first entered my eyes, I was deceived and bewitched by his enchanted radiating appearance, as if he was a majestic girl ....a cute one.        I don't usually write about appearances, who knows what is its  appearance  that makes me write every detail about him.  Angelo looked up and after a second ...

15/September/2020 Saturday   That day, the chirping birds, annoyed me. it was irritating, they were taunting me, laughing over me, they were happier than me. Mindlessness took over me, I equipped the bat lying in the corner of the room and did it. The birdhouse was wrecked, two eggs lying open over the floor and, one chick covered in blood, with a still innocent face.     A second later I realized what I had done, in regret I sat on the floor, silent, looking downwards, surprising the urge to punish. Soon the mother bird came with insects between her beak. She stood over the bench, silent, looking around. Their cries began, they pierced through the ears. I covered my ears and preased as hard as I could to stop the  perforating cries. The cries were getting louder.     I ran towards the kitchen took a knife and made 2 long cuts over both of my pams, my vision went blurry, I could only see small patches of red getting bigger, but I noticed th...

Moment 1  There was an origami rabbit beside the window, he was smiling; I held it from his ears with the 2 fingers of my left hand, and lit it on fire, the warmth increased as I saw it turn into ash. But pain? it was nowhere to be found. The endless attempts to feel something always end in this. The warmth, would penetrate the soul, every time. The light would increase and then slowly diminish into pain. with the rabbit's ashes, I saw my burnet heart.

Angelo Frost A Boy of 14 years, found a way to cope with his feelings. Someone would bully him; he would make a cut over his body to deal with the stress. I was watching from above, with an inability of making a change. He was unaware of what he was doing, all he knew was that a little bit of deliberate physical pain succored in hard times. I watched with growing concern, asking “what will he do now? will he ask for help? does he know he needs help? or will he go by his old methods of self-harm?”.     Time went by, and he got to know what he was doing, he surfed the internet and found some ways to heal, to get out of the cycle of self-harm. He tried telling someone about it, but he was stopped by his fears but he fought, he fought his fears and told his grandpa, “It’s alright” his grandpa said,” take a long breath when you feel like making a cut, then wait for 5 min, and see if you feel the same urge to cut or not”. After a week, the boy sees his grandpa in a grave...

Last entry in Icarus"s diary  That day, there was no physical entry in his diary, but a spiritual letter left its marks. 01/01/2021 Dear Diary, Just as I was about to submit myself and end my suffering, I felt shivers down my spine. As I stood over the railing, the sorrowful wind kissed me blissfully, I closed my body and left it to fall foreword. It felt like I was flying for a second or two, time slowed down, and all the memories flashed before my eyes like a lightning storm in which there was salt, pepper, and a pinch of sugar and all sort of things and emotions. Then, after two seconds, which felt like two hours, the ground punched me.          As I lay over the ground slowly my feets got cold, and the coldness kept climbing up, up to the eyes center, and at the moment it felt like a hundred scorpions had bitten me, all at once; and all that I could see, was a scintilla . It was an epiphany , like all the bodily pain and sensual pleasures we...

Names Angelo Frost  Icarus Miller  Jatin Rana Galina Flores  Cora Hill Ken Smith