Devyn Vermette
Ten things I’m afraid of
Not being able to explain myself to you
Keeping my composure
Sleeping my life away
Writer’s block
Sailing. I don’t cope well when I don’t have the right skills. When the water gets cold and black, it scares me.
Little dogs
Dying
Being in trouble
Being with you
Being without you
It was a muggy Sunday.
I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my boyfriend. August is undoubtedly the hottest month of summer and we were going to his mother’s family's vacation home in Little Deer Isle, Maine. Keegan’s parents are divorced, which probably should have been enough to run me off in the beginning. Every love story ever written will tell you, men from broken families have a difficult time trusting love. Keegan was also older than me, another reason I should have steered away, but it pulled me closer. It was almost …show more content…
I wondered if I could stay here but then my left hand began to burn. Keegan. I reflected on my life thus far and whether or not I had accomplished what I was meant for.
Then, there was an overwhelming presence was around me. I began to hear muffled voices far from me, but surrounding me at the same time. Someone or something very powerful told me that it wasn’t my time and that I couldn’t stay here. Wherever I was going, I clung to the perspective and calmness this hypnotic state had given to me.
Without hesitation, I was jolted awake. I instantly smelled disinfectant and heard the hum of machines around me. There were straps and tape crowding my chest and I was cold. I took a deep breath and, for the first time, really appreciated the air in my lungs. Gradually opening my eyes, I saw doctors all around me and my parents worried faces in the corner of the room. Unexpectedly, there was a soft squeeze of my left hand. I cautiously turned my lacerated head to meet the eyes of, no other than, my darling
Ten things I’m afraid of
Not being able to explain myself to you
Keeping my composure
Sleeping my life away
Writer’s block
Sailing. I don’t cope well when I don’t have the right skills. When the water gets cold and black, it scares me.
Little dogs
Dying
Being in trouble
Being with you
Being without you
It was a muggy Sunday.
I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my boyfriend. August is undoubtedly the hottest month of summer and we were going to his mother’s family's vacation home in Little Deer Isle, Maine. Keegan’s parents are divorced, which probably should have been enough to run me off in the beginning. Every love story ever written will tell you, men from broken families have a difficult time trusting love. Keegan was also older than me, another reason I should have steered away, but it pulled me closer. It was almost …show more content…
I wondered if I could stay here but then my left hand began to burn. Keegan. I reflected on my life thus far and whether or not I had accomplished what I was meant for.
Then, there was an overwhelming presence was around me. I began to hear muffled voices far from me, but surrounding me at the same time. Someone or something very powerful told me that it wasn’t my time and that I couldn’t stay here. Wherever I was going, I clung to the perspective and calmness this hypnotic state had given to me.
Without hesitation, I was jolted awake. I instantly smelled disinfectant and heard the hum of machines around me. There were straps and tape crowding my chest and I was cold. I took a deep breath and, for the first time, really appreciated the air in my lungs. Gradually opening my eyes, I saw doctors all around me and my parents worried faces in the corner of the room. Unexpectedly, there was a soft squeeze of my left hand. I cautiously turned my lacerated head to meet the eyes of, no other than, my darling