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I felt claustrophobic and had to do something with my time to escape. It was either writing or reading, so I wrote the first draft of a novel I call Northern Wildfire. ItSA国际影视传媒檚 about a young Indigenous girl who is agoraphobic with an affinity for fire who experiences a difficult upbringing, including being sex trafficked in a small town. I wanted to have an outlet to express my own experiences but also wanted to keep somewhat removed from the character, so I wrote her into fiction inspired by true events, which is how I often write.
This book is a tribute to the Missing and Murdered Indigenous Woman and Girls.
Here is an excerpt of the work. The set up for this is Nyla, the main character, is talking in the first person about her friend Jewels:
Jewels grew up with her dad, who told her that her mom went crazy after she got what people now refer to as post-partum depression. Jewels was sad she wasnSA国际影视传媒檛 sad about it, that in fact her dad made up for her mom not being around. He spoiled her by buying her whatever she wanted. Every other week, Jewels ordered clothes out of the Sears catalogue. She always looked so trendy. SA国际影视传媒淪ometimes,SA国际影视传媒� Jewels said, SA国际影视传媒渁t night my mom will come and stand under my bedroom window and throw rocks, calling for me, but my dad just closes the curtains and pretends he canSA国际影视传媒檛 hear her.SA国际影视传媒� Jewels subconsciously threw tiny pebbles at the ground as she disclosed a pity for her mother she didnSA国际影视传媒檛 know she had until she said it out loud. I could hear the hurt she masked with a smile before changing the subject quickly.
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It was finally summertime and we could stay out longer. Jewels got me into trying to finish building the fort but we didnSA国际影视传媒檛 manage to get not even one nail hammered in before my mom came up to us out of nowhere on her way home from a heavy night of drinking, doing what she later joked with her sister on the phone as SA国际影视传媒渢he walk of shame.SA国际影视传媒�
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It made me sad to know that Jewels had a mom that actually wanted to be in her life but was kept out. Then there was mine who didnSA国际影视传媒檛 want anything to do with me. If I had to choose between which child was worse off, me or Jewels, I guess ISA国际影视传媒檇 say me because at least Jewels knew her mom loved her.
My mom smoked a lot and always left her misplaced lighters lying around the apartment. The first time I got a hold of one, I spent the entire night flicking the small flame off and on in the dark of my bedroom. I just laid there, staring at the blue and red flame until my thumb was numb and I couldnSA国际影视传媒檛 hold down the tongue of it anymore.
Growing braver, I managed to steal a few of my momSA国际影视传媒檚 cigarettes one day from the back of the freezer, where she kept them, thinking the cold would keep them fresh. I didnSA国际影视传媒檛 want to try smoking alone so I tried to get Jewels to smoke with me. We met at the elevator, where I handed her a long, skinny white menthol.
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To my own surprise, I cornered her and held the burning end of my already lit cigarette so close to her eye that it could have nearly burned her blind for only a second.
SA国际影视传媒淲hatever,SA国际影视传媒� I said and blew a cloud of smoke in her face, trying to act like a movie star after practising blowing smoke rings.
When the elevator doors opened, Jewels ran out trying to hold back tears. I didnSA国际影视传媒檛 care then but later I wondered why I did it. I was supposed to be her best friend. Best friends donSA国际影视传媒檛 do that to each other, I knew that. Was I becoming like my mom? No. I would never allow it.
Later that night, I burned myself to try and rid the guilt of what ISA国际影视传媒檇 done. I let the steel end of the lighter heat up until it was red hot and pushed it hard against my cheek. The pain rang through every cell in my body, telling me to stop, but I fought off the voice and pressed down even harder until my skin brought the lighter back down to room temperature, leaving a blister in the shape of a horseshoe on my face that is still a noticeable scar even now.
This work is set to be published with Fernwood in 2024.
