My Secret

Hello! This is a story that I am writing as a part of the Short Story Prompt Link Party on Grammy’s Grid. Go check out her blog to see the other stories.

The premise of this link party is to get a prompt and write a short story to go with it. The writing prompt for this link party is as follows:

As I stood in the shower with the warm water running down…

I hope you enjoy my contribution to the link party. This story is categorized Feel Good. Here is ‘My Secret’. Enjoy!

shower head

As I stood in the shower with the warm water running down my body, I started to panic. No one knew my secret, I had wanted it to be that way. But I had decided a few days earlier that today was going to be the day.

There wasn’t much I could do anymore to hide it; every day that went by made me hope that no one would notice. My clothes could only do so much to keep my secret at bay. My lifestyle was starting to change and close family and friends were starting to take notice. I could only do so much before the whole world would know.

I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked exhausted. No matter how warm the shower was and how much makeup I plastered on my face it never changed. It looked like I was in a perpetual state of tired. My cheeks were red from the warm water but they looked slimmer than normal. Dang it.  Now they will all know.

My body made it’s way out of the bathroom and into my small bedroom. I had already picked out an outfit for the day: a cute black baby doll top and jeans. I smiled, that shirt was one of my favorites. If it wasn’t frowned upon, I would definitely wear it everyday of the week. My hands reached for the clothes and I quickly dressed for the day.

As I reached for the doorknob I felt the panic start to sink in again. What if my family didn’t accept what I was going to tell them? What if they were embarrassed by my secret and disowned me? What if I had to move out immediately and I became homeless? I put both of my hands on my head and shook it. Don’t think like that. Try to be positive.   Try to think positive.

I took a deep breath and opened my door. My body made it’s way to the kitchen table where my family sat. My mom walked over and kissed me on the cheek. “Reese! Good morning. I was just about to serve pancakes.”

I smiled. “Thanks mom. I will take two.” I took a deep breath as I sat down. Breathe.  Relax.  It’s your mom and dad.  They will still love you.

“Reese? Are you okay?” I looked up from the table to see my father looking at me. He looked concerned. “You look pale. Is everything okay?”

“Uh…” I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes. “Uh…no…everything is not okay…I…uh…I have something to tell you.”

My mother rushed over and sat down. She took my hand and squeezed it. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Please tell us.”

I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. “I…I have been feeling very depressed. I have had people at school making fun of me and no matter what I do it doesn’t help. I have tried toning them out and walking away. I have talked to them and told them how I feel. But nothing has worked. I stopped eating my lunch at school because so many people were calling me fat. I just…I don’t know what to do anymore. I…I thought high school was supposed to be better than junior high but it’s just as bad. Is there something wrong with me?”

I barely finished my sentence when I broke down in tears. I heard the screech of the chairs on the laminate floor and my body was engulfed in the arms of both of my parents. They held me tight, making me feel safe and warm. I felt a kiss on the top of my head. “Oh Reese. There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect no matter what other people say. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Your mother is right. Don’t let those bullies get to your head. No matter what they say you are perfect just the way you are. And you can always come to one of us if you are ever feeling sad. We can always get a therapist if you if you are feeling very depressed.

“That’s right sweetheart. We want you to be happy. We don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

I smiled as the tears cascaded down my cheeks. I don’t know why I was so worried. They were there to help her and they understood. She smiled. “Thank you. I love you both so much.”



8 thoughts on “My Secret

  1. Sometimes we worry when we really don’t need to, huh? Good for Reese being brave enough to tell her parents! Thanks Lauren for joining in on the #ShortStoryPromptLinkParty 2! Shared ♥


  2. Hi Lauren! Great story! Our young people are often afraid to talk to someone. Bullies are real. Depression is real. Fear is real. I felt her fear, and her pain, as well as her parents! Thanks for this story with us at the #ShortStoryPromptLinkParty 2!


  3. EARLY NOTICE: The next Short Story Prompt Link Party at Grammy’s Grid will start on Mar-15-2019 at 9:00 PM CST, so get your story ready! Hope you’re able to participate and I can’t wait to see what you come up with! Just start typing and see what happens without a lot of editing. The prompt is: One flashlight flash meant danger, two flashes meant safe, but then she saw three flashes that night from beyond the swamp. They had never talked about what three flashes meant and now she…


  4. I wish when I was being bullied, I had been brave enough to tell someone. Well, I did tell my science teacher but he ignored me. Maybe that’s why I never tried telling anyone again!? Other people’s words and actions can tear us apart. Hopeful that chapter 2 of your story would have Reese feeling invincible from the precious love of her family and able to take on the bullies.


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