Feels so real

I just finished a short story based on something scary that happened to me three years ago. I altered the ending. I'm not a fan of sitting next to strange men on public transportation esp in NYC. But it seemed like I had little choice in the matter three years ago. I don't know what would have happened if I stuck around. My "friends" that were with me weren't much help. I felt really alone but I realized things about myself in that moment. I can stand up for myself. I don't need anyone else's help. One of these days I might just start carrying mace. Writing this story brought up such awful memories from my HS days. I just wish I could let it go. The hurt I felt back then seems to come back whenever I think about HS at all whether it was a funny event or just someone I knew back then. I should just stop writing about my past and focus on my future.

Fiction or creative non fiction

I'm in the middle of writing a story based on events that happened recently or at least in the past few months. I intend to end it on purely fiction. In a way the ending is going to be how I'd like the story to end. For all I know it could not be like I want at all. Usually my life doesn't fit into my dreams. That's reality. Not sure if I should call it fiction or creative non fiction. I'm not nearly done so I have time to think about it. The middle is always the hardest part. I have the beginning and part of the ending. Whats left is too finish the ending then move on to patch up the middle.