Her body shook, as she sat on the alley's choppy surface, her back against a spraypainted brick building. Tears fell from her eyes; she didn't know where she was. Every turn she took made her feel more trapped than before. The shadows mocked her. People walking on the street whispered mean things to her.
The world felt so cruel in that moment. Her world felt like it was falling apart around her.
After what felt like an eternity in a deep, dark pit, she wiped her tear stained cheeks in her sleeve, and glanced around her.
She recognized the back alley between Second and Third Avenue now, behind the bar that could never keep an owner. The city became itself again. She knew where she was.
Slowly, she stood up; her head flooded with pressure. The sky looked the same as it had when she sat down: it was overcast, bland and boring. She wasn't sure how much time had passed.
Using the brick building for support, she slowly walked to the mouth of the alley, searching for a tall glass of cold water.
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365 pt 2
Non-FictionHere's a continuation of 365, the story where I do my best to write SOMETHING every day. Wattpad has a chapter limit of 200, and that was reached on July 19th. So, the rest of the year will be written in this, I guess. The first 200 days of the year...
