Lily Adams stood naked in front of the mirror the hung in her bathroom, contemplating her scrawny body. She wrapped a tape measure around her waist, and whispered “Not thin enough.” with a long weary sigh.
Omar Mostafa lay in his bed with his laptop next to him, the room was dark, and the curtains closed. He browsed through images of his best friend Mona’s profile on some social network. One hand was on the touch pad of his laptop, he masturbated with the other.
Katrina Marino looked deep into her friend Jane’s eyes as they sat holding hands on Kat’s back porch in the middle of the night. The two silently stared at each other for a long time because no words could be uttered after they had finally confessed how much they loved one another.
Timothy Williams put his headphones on and turned the volume up until he couldn’t hear anything but music, which was his happy place, an escape from all his troubles. Timothy closed his eyes, and for a moment, for one single moment; he forgot about his parents fighting downstairs.
Carla Johnson stood leaning on her bedroom door with a bottle of antidepressants in her left hand. She wore long-sleeves as always with a slit at the end of each sleeve so she could hook her thumb in them. She opened the bottle and gulped twelve pills, one after the other. She was advised to take only one.
Anthony Davis twisted and turned in his bed not able to sleep, he wasn’t sure why. He had a lot on his mind, but most of his thoughts were about her. He cursed himself for not telling her how he felt about her. Anthony picked up his phone and called her, his heart pounded on his chest.
Mary Brown thought about her mother who passed away a few years back. She remembered how her mom told her she was too young to be consumed by perfectionism and being the best, that she should stay motivated by relaxed and to enjoy life sometimes. Mary should’ve listened to her mother.
Steven Miller walked into his studio apartment late one night, the smell of booze hung around his face. He took off his cloths, and stumbled to his small bathroom. Steven stood in the shower with the water off, and began to cry.
There are billions of humans living in this world, one must take the time to stop and look at them, for they are more than shadows roaming the earth; they are souls wandering soundlessly through this thing called life.