Fatma Al-Zahraa

'ALL IT TAKES IS SLIT WRISTS, THEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT.'

Roseline hates what has become of herself. She was dumped by her boyfriend, her parents are divorced, she is bullied at school, and her siblings overshadow her. Her existence is pointless, translating into an uncertain, gloomy future.

She wants out. And she thinks she gets it once she realizes that the blood running through her veins is all that links her to the cruel world.

She slits her wrists and all that follows makes her realize that this wasn't the out she was looking for. 

She's petrified when she realizes that she isn't really dead (at least not spiritually, as she likes to think) and is watching the consequences of her action unfold in front of her.

Awful secrets are revealed and masks fall as Roseline fights her way through, asking herself the same question 'every day'- Will I find a way out out of my way out? Or will I be trapped here? Forever?

It Ends With Stars

I wonder if there'll be days when I'll miss things that aren't people. The sunshine, the warmth of hugs, the pitter-patter of the rain, the feeling of a heart skip, the stars and the smiles people abundantly give each other like a promise of hope. 


I wonder about that in the darkness that engulfs me as my chest tightens and tightens. 


I also wonder if those are the first steps to madness. I wonder if too much wondering, too much gazing, too much lip licking, maddens a person, maddens a soul. And sometimes I think, I won't make it out of this sane. 


Realizing that I'm losing control so fast, just over my first cycle, makes me think of Tobias. Of how he's been stuck in this continuous, non-ending cycle of agony for decades. 


Where has he been? How is he? Why isn't he here to cheer me up? Why isn't he here to hear about the disaster that is my brother and the catastrophe that is my ex-best friend? 


Carotene