𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𓂃 ִֶָ [𝐉.𝐉𝐊]

STRAWBERRIES & CIGARETTES [CHAPTER 18]

18|"Stay away. I'm not a good company."

She closed her eyes, the headache getting worse and worse. The medicine wasn't working and it will not-not till the demons in her head will not haunt her anymore.

She bangs her head on the wall, trying to disappear the ache but nothing was working. Not the alcohol, not the medicine, not the banging on the wall. Nothing was working and only the pain was worsening.

"Why? Why me? WHY ME?!" She shouts tears streaming down her face, wetting her black graphic tee. "Why it was me?" She points at herself, closing her eyes.

The ache in her chest, in her red beating organ, was the most painful compared to her headache. The memories which have been with her forever weren't leaving while everyone else did. Memories—the worst and the best part of life.

Memories make you cry even if they're happy, even if you have a smile lingering on your lips, you feel a pang in your chest because you know that moment will never come back.

She grabs her head when her migraine was feeling like it would explode her head. Pushing the bottles of alcohol aside, she stands up, the cigarettes crushing beneath her foot.

Her eyes roam here and there in search of her black jacket with 'humans are shit' carved behind it. A scoff leaves her mouth when she reads the sentence. "Humans are really shit." She mumbles and wears her cap with 'you're an asshole' written in bold.

Everything in her was intimidating. From her walk to her clothes, from her gaze to her words, everything was intimidating. No one ever dared to approach her excpet that curious asshole who doesn't leave her alone.

Shadow, mystery, shady, or so on. Don't know how many names he has given her till now. She doesn't know what is he so curious about?

Her life? The life she doesn't want to live? The life she has tried to take so many times that she have lost the count of how many times she tried it to take it? The life which is nothing but a burden on her shoulders?

Or the life she was living before? The life where she was willing to live and never die? Where did she use to think about ways to live forever? The life where she had dreams instead of goals to keep living? The life where anyone could see her eyes twinkle with excitement and all the emotions she felt before her life turned black and white?

Curious? Curiosity killed the cat and she has been telling him that since they met for the first time but that boy doesn't listen. When she told him to stay away from her, she had reasons or who else would mind a company in their lonely and sad life?