𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓

Chapter 1

The shadows will follow everyone at a certain point in life, but sometimes I feel like I'm the only one noticing how it makes someone feel, or how they make you fall into the darkness of this universe.

It makes me anxious, and it makes me feel incredibly alone. I can feel how my own demons want to eat me up alive.

But only at night it intensifies.

And no one can help me.

...

"Fuck me," the words slip off my lips under my breath as I stare through the windshield of my car. Heavy rain drops crash down in quick movements, leaving no second without a noise sounding through the car.

My arm stretches out towards the glove box of my car and searches through it, hoping there might be an umbrella placed for me.

But when nothing comes close to what would feel like as an umbrella I give up.

"Fuck me indeed," I mutter again, already looking forward to the full soaked clothes. One

But there are only like 100 hundred meters that I would have to walk from my car to the large building that I call university.

One last breath and then be the badass you are.

Yes, exactly. The day will soon be over and then I can lay down on my bed and do nothing.

I grab my backpack from the passenger seat before grabbing the door handle of the driver seat's door.

As quickly as possible do I open the door, slip out, close it, throw my backpack over my shoulder with my hoodie up and start running towards the building all the while clicking the my BMW shut.

I run as quickly as I can towards the entrance, my shoes getting my whole jeans wet.

Finally after what felt like an infinity of time has passed, I slip through the large wooden doors of Washington State University.

Room 313. That's the room I need to find.

Even though I have been here for several semesters, I have never had the pleasure of going in to the old building where also room number 313 is.

Well, I guess today is my lucky day.

It gets colder in that building. Some seniors say the heaters don't work in there too. I just hope they fixed that problem because I don't want to have a cold right now.

I push one of my hands through my damped hair, slicking it back slightly and out of my face.

And as I step into the old building, its like a wave of coldness hits me. And now I wish I had brought a jacket with me which isn't wet. It's so freaking cold in here.

I don't think they have fixed those fucking heaters.

But none the less, I presume my walking and listen to the raindrops, that softly crash down onto the windows.