The Watcher Girl

by Minka Kent

All I know is that we all have our fears, and oftentimes those fears dictate exactly how we live our lives—whether we realize it or not.

It’s always fascinated me how the mere presence of certain people brings out sides of us we didn’t know existed, forcing us to be something we’re not, if only for a temporary moment.

I’m a rain cloud. I bring thunder, lightning, dusk, and gloom. I see the worst in people. I prefer my own company to anyone else’s.

perch cross-legged on the edge of my bed, fingers rapping against the side of my face as I stare at my laptop screen.

Funny how quickly death puts everything into perspective, big and small. It shows you who you really are underneath life’s armor.