Sadya Edwards

Beautiful Mountain

“I’ve never been more fucked up in my life, Ian,” Mariah screamed as she slammed the door in his teary-eyed face. Every bang of his fists on the creaky door in agony felt like a mimic of how fast Mariah’s heart was beating. She regretted admitting that immediately after those words climbed out of the darkest chest in her cluttered mind and jumped out of her throat. Her lips, burning with every syllable. She promised herself, when her sister died, that she would never admit to how fucked up her life was. Nia was her new excuse to isolate herself.