❀┊identity fraud bizz

local edgy man yells at a schizophrenic child for being quiet

SO LIKE IM SO SORRY FOR DELAYING PLW ASE IVE BEEN TAKING A BREAL FOR 2 DAYS AND I FEEL SO BAD
ANYWAYS
enjoy hahahahah
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You appeared in this dream again, it happened by the moment you were sent to this.. place. An isolated, caged place, fit for murd- ahem, I mean, people like you. The subway cart feels familiar, the aura, the steps you've taken. As if the shakiness of it's floor doesn't bother you anymore. You walked pass the poles standing infront of you in different places, the seats were empty as usual. And then, there's him. The man you met before. You never got to get him out of your head because you, of course, would choose curiosity over the man's words of sympathy instead.

" Here you are again, in a familiar subway cart, infront of a familiar face. " The man said by the moment you interacted with him, as uninterested as he looks, it seems that he's been waiting for you for quite a while. Your brows raised, still searching for answers.
" Who are you? " The man sighed, tired of hearing the same question ever since their first encounter. He laid his arms on his ankles, looking at you standing infront of him. With nothing better to say.
" You have absolutely nothing new to say, don't you? " The man said, clearly irritated. Yet you stood with again, nothing to say until you get your answer. You stood beside the pole, your fist clenched as you looked at him in his eyes, but apparently, his eyes dominated yours. Which made you feel like you're about to be cornered right about in a second. The man stood, glaring you down with his hands in his coat pockets.
" Don't you have anything better to say? Why are you being all quiet? " He said, cornering you, making you slid down from the pole you stood beside. You felt absolutely overwhelmed by this, you tried looked away but his aura made you lock your eyes onto him. Tears forming from the corner of your tired eyes, you begged to not be injured inside your heart. Your fists clenching together, and your breath heavy.

It took him a while to realize you were slowly breaking apart from how claustrophobic this feels for you right now. He looked away, sinking into his shoulders before looking back at you. Trembling, poor you. He sighed, slowly crouching to your size, you immediately backed up when he laid a finger on your hand, he quickly stopped you from doing so. Gently holding your hand (although his palms kinda feel rough) to stop you from backing away. He isn't very good with apologies, so he gave you a hug instead to make you feel better. You, at first didn't liked it, but soon melted into it. Two or three tears flowing from your eyes, because you haven't felt this kind of affection in such a while, it's new to you. " How do I apologize.. Uh, I hope you wake up well? " He said, you can hear the cringe in his voice, he absolutely was not very comfortable with apologizing at all. Your eyes slowly opened and averted to his, with a little goofy smile, you accepted his apology with a little nod.

And you woke up. Hair messy, face wet from crying and not anything else please I swear. The other inmates weren't even bothered to check on you when they heard whimpering from your cell other than Gregg, who was stopped by Gus since he doesn't want him to bother you. He believed you'll be okay, and you are. Your body felt feverish but it also felt like you were heated up from your dream.
You looked around your cell, before standing. Another night, another round.

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hi im sleepy 636 words B)