Rebekah BT
Bio
Wanderer of words, striving to embellish my vocabulary.
I find beauty in sadness and convey them into writing.
Bringing awareness to addictions, mental health and the struggles of life.
Author of Book "Behind Skye's Eyes"
www.rebekahbt.com
Stories (19)
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Echoes of the Lost. Content Warning.
The silence in the room began to play tricks on me. I swear I just heard AJ’s voice. I quickly sat up and waited to see if I would hear it again, but I did not. Still convinced I did, I waited around in the room all day, hoping he would walk through the door alive and as well as he could be.
By Rebekah BT7 months ago in Fiction
The Red Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. He repeated those four words every five minutes, making me more curious. The door was painted red and had some old carvings on it. I watched him pace back and forth, mumbling words to himself that I could not hear. I locked my eyes on him, waiting for the right moment to sneak away. Finally, the kidnapper froze his steps and faced his whiteboard, gliding his crooked index finger over his notes.
By Rebekah BTabout a year ago in Horror
The Scarlet Imprint
I woke up early this morning and made some coffee. I had breakfast while sitting on the kitchen counter and taking in the view by the window over the sink. When I arrived last night, I could have sworn I had spotted a tall figure in the woods looking right at me, but before I could capture its physical aspects, it had vanished into the dark. It was most likely a wild animal wandering around, frightened by my arrival. That mysterious shadow had creeped me out, so I decided I would unpack the rest of my belongings the following day and hope for the rain to cease, which, unfortunately, was not the case. My eyes were so tired from driving in the thunderstorm, and I only wanted to get to bed.
By Rebekah BTabout a year ago in Fiction
Just Another Monday
Monday It was a gloomy Monday morning, as my alarm woke me from my sleep. Snooze. I laid there with my eyes shut for about 2 minutes before I found the motivation to lift my heavy and tired eye lids. Hearing the faint Montreal traffic and honking, breaking me from my peaceful dream that I am desperately trying to stay in. My only true way to escape, well my healthiest way to escape. Time to face another day in the jungle with about 3 hours of sleep in my system, not like it's anything new to me. Another night spent awake staring outside my window at the stars, wishing I could be abducted from this corrupt planet. Since early in my childhood, I always felt like I was different, like I didn't belong here... Like I was from another planet. Some days, I am really convinced that I am. Other days, all I want is to feel "normal", whatever "normal" is. It's funny though, the days I feel the most "normal" are usually the days that I feel like I don't belong. I guess it's because that is when I truly see the reality of the chaos we have chosen and accepted to live in. We are living in this invisible mental and emotional war that our subconscious has learned to normalize. We now think to ourselves "C'est la vie!". But, is it? Really? Is this what we have to live for? Have we become so brainwashed and obsessed with ourselves that we forgot to find the true meaning to a happy life? We are living in a pandemic of narcissistic ways and it is only getting worse. I mean... the most narcissistic person I have ever known was elected President of The United States Of America. Need I say more? As an empath myself, I feel like I am truly living in a wasteland of sharks, trying to make with through while staying true to myself all at the same time.
By Rebekah BT2 years ago in Writers
Where Did My Love Go?
Where did my love go? My conscience will not falter to watch us die. A feeling that is always fleeting, and if seeing is believing, then I no longer know what to believe in. My focus is changing and rearranging the images I dream of. There are so many moments I falsely correct in my mind to unwind the pain that resides in me. But little do you see me anymore, and all I see is you searching for more, never satisfied with what is before you.
By Rebekah BT2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Younger Me
Dear younger me, I’ve watched you move through this life with such absorption while I scrutinized every characteristic of your demeanour. The way you squint your nose when you read your books, or how you hum random melodies when you feel uncomfortable. How you always tap your fingers to the drum beat of any song your ears capture, or when you get lost in your thoughts, floating in your senseless daydreams. The way you people watch with such empathy and embrace the little joys they bring to you, creating personas from your observations.
By Rebekah BT2 years ago in Writers
