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Exhausted

Totally and utterly exhausted. My legs burn from every new step I take. The sun beaming its rays warming my skin. While the streets meet me with no jobs on end.

How am I going to find a job at this rate? I've got nothing left. Every shop I go to declines and declines.

I wonder why...oh my god
I wonder why hmm. All because of him. Ever since that day! Why didn't I realize sooner? Am I stupid!

I don't even know who he is but everyone else seems to. God, why am I so stupid. I should watch more news.

Why Is everyone so terrified when they see him. Or the mere mention of his name shakes passengers to their core. 

What's so scary about him. To me, nothing. But to others, defiantly something.

If it was nothing then they'd have nothing to be afraid of. They wouldn't run or not make eye contact. They wouldn't seem like they've met death and have been resurrected in a matter of five seconds. So what's his secret. What's his identity. What. Is. He.

I let out a sigh as a headache comes along. Gosh, I shouldn't think too much. It does nothing good for me. Or does it. I'll never actually know.

It's nearly dark out and although I'm completely shattered and fatigue. I want to let loose. Let these thoughts be erased, even if it's for a minute, a second. I don't want to think about the past, the future, or him. I don't want to think about the consequences of my actions, yet again. I can't let this get to me again. Not again.

So I make my way to 'Midnight Light's' but not before changing clothes.

Not too relieving and not too awful.

The music blares throughout the club making me slightly dizzy but I haven't come all this way to pass out any moment.

I've come to fucking party!

I make my way to the bartender and ask for a glass of water. Yes, I've come to have fun but I hate alcohol, you have no idea what can happen when you consume shit like that especially when you have no backup and being a girl.

I sip on the cold beverage looking around the place. Bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor. Some making out in corners and very few are in the VIP section which goes up a few stairs.

I wonder to my thoughts for a moment. I haven't been to this place in so long. The first time was when I moved here which wasn't long ago. But it feels like so much has changed within a small period of time. It's crazy how that can happen. One moment you're enjoying your life to It's max but then the next minute you're at rock bottom.

Someone clears their throat gaining my attention and I look towards the maker. He's sitting a few seats from me and I can already tell there's going to be trouble.

For fucks sake not today, please. I look away again as if I didn't hear him but the screeches from his chair make me assume he's either walked away or is coming my way.

I'm proven right when a tap is situated on my right shoulder making me inhale a deep breath. Don't flip out. Don't kill anyone and keep calm. I continously chant in my mind.

His wrinkles on the edges of his face and under his eyes extenuating his old age make me internally cringe.

"HeyY sweetheart, you look gorgeous tooonight," He slurs indicating the amount of alcohol he's drank. Along side the freshly tinge of vodka proves he's guilty.