Kayleigh Lynne
Bio
I'm just a girl, still trying to get things figured out. I'm opinionated, strong, weak, a lover, a fighter, a survivor, a warrior, and most of all, I've broken the old me, and become someone better. I'm here to tell my stories.
Stories (12)
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The Mirror (Part 5)
Where am I? What’s going on? Why is that light so bright? What happened? I don’t remember anything… What else is new. I must have blacked out again, didn’t I? What’s his name must have gotten worried. I think I’m at the hospital again, aren’t I? Or did I…
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror (Part 4)
I lie on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, counting the tiles while he flails around on top of me. I guess I was attractive enough for him. I told him a few minutes ago that he was hurting me but it didn’t really matter to him. He took it as a compliment. He said, “Really?” smiled, and then started going harder. I didn’t know what to do so I didn’t say anything else. He looked over at me, told me that I was beautiful, and pushed my hair away from my face.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror (Pt 3)
I look all around the room. The mirror is shattered. No matter what I do, it's shattered and I won't be able to put it back together. I won't be able to get the mirror back together. How do I get it back together? I try to call him again, it rang all the way through this time. He didn't even hit ignore. I scream out and throw my phone across the room, sitting on the bed and starting to cry, pulling the sweet red wine up to my lips and sipping it slowly.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror (Part 2)
I woke up to loud banging on the door. The police were there again. That must have meant I drank myself into oblivion again and he tried to call. I groaned a little and then got up, answering the door in just my t-shirt. "What is it this time?" I know I'm being more rude than necessary, but come on. It's... Oh. It's 1:30 PM. I didn't go to work after sending out... something about text messages? I don't know what he's talking about, but I assure him that I'm fine, I have no desire to hurt myself. That I just had a bit too much to drink and was probably acting irrationally.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror
I looked across the empty room into the mirror before lifting the bottle to my lips. Why even bother with the glass anymore? I know I'm going to drink the entire bottle. I let the bitter red wine into my mouth, pouring down my throat, burning just ever so slightly. Soon enough I would be able to accept things. Soon enough I would be laughing and I wouldn't care about the consequences of what I was doing. Soon enough nothing would matter anymore. I lift the bottle up again and pour the wine down just a little easier this time.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
Forgiveness
I forgive you. You lied to me and to everyone else but you just wanted to seem more interesting didn't you? You were a scared child and you were trying to hide the things going on at home. You didn't want anyone to know what was happening—they would have taken you away from your mother. You'd heard horrible things about the adoption process and the foster care system, and you KNEW no one would want someone your age, or your brother's age. What about your brother? You'd be separated. What if he had an asthma attack with someone who didn't know about his needs? He could die.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
You Still Have My Heart
Every time I see that smirk of yours, it makes me want to scream. I don't understand myself. I don't understand why you still have my heart in your hand. I want you to have it. I want you to give it back. You've had it from day one, though. You remember, right?
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Horror
The Butterfly
I've loved butterflies since a young age. When I was a little girl, people would ask me what my favorite animal was and I would excitedly jump up and say it was a butterfly. I always liked how free they seemed. My mom told me that if a butterfly landed on you that it was good luck. I remembered that for my entire life. A butterfly was good luck. I always trusted the butterfly and its beauty.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Horror
The Phoenix - The Truth About Depression
That's always been a huge trigger of mine—I'm depressed. I don't know why. If I knew why I was depressed or if there was a way of fixing it, don't you think that I would have gone about and done whatever it was to fix it? Don't tell me that I don't seem depressed just because at that moment I'm not breaking down in tears—actually, the tears are more related to my anxiety than to my depression.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Psyche
My Best Friend Left Me
I don't know if this will even go through. You blocked me from messaging you, I reactivated my old profile so that I could send this to you. I know you don't want to hear from me, so maybe you'll get this, maybe you won't. I don't really know, but I'm going to try anyway. Every other time I've thought about what I've wanted to say, but this is half thought and half free-write. My emotions are already getting the best of me.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
The Story of a Former Catfish
There are times that I look at myself in the mirror, and I absolutely hate what I see. I look at my dry skin (that STILL manages to break out somehow), my glasses, my weight, my stringy hair, dry lips, and I'll nitpick at myself. I'm constantly changing the way that I look due to all of these insecurities. I'll change my makeup style, layer it on heavily with bright colored highlights, smokey eye, etc, or I'll have a completely natural look. I'll get new glasses that hide half my face so that, at least in my mind, people can't see how hideous I actually am.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
