He had kept saying, 'Not yet.'
We argued, and I wanted to leave. For some reason, I found myself asking for his consent, but I quickly snapped out of it. I wasn't having it; he had no authority over me.
As I was climbing down the stairs, feeling his presence behind me, he suddenly pushed me, and I tumbled down.
The next thing I remember was a searing pain in my head, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I tried to open my eyes, but it was pitch dark, and I couldn't distinguish between them being open or closed. Eventually, I heard noise and recognized the familiar sounds of the city. The freezing cold air confirmed I was on the terrace, not back home. He had dragged me back and left me there, disappearing without a trace.
It was already nighttime, and I struggled to compose myself. The headache hit me like a hammer, accompanied by waves of nausea. I thought about my mother and how worried she must be.
After managing to stand up, I searched for my phone and found it just a few steps away from me. Clutching it tightly, I hoped to focus on sending a text, my vision slowly returning.
Then, I briefly looked across the rooftop to the other side and saw a swarm of police officers. They were surrounding two bodies, surrounded by a pool of blood and milk. In that moment, I wished nobody would notice my presence. But before I could react, one of the officers locked eyes with me.
"Hey kid! Get off there. No pics!" he shouted.
Without hesitation, I ran.
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Fucking emo
HorrorNew school, new people. Everyone looks the same. But him. He is so fucking emo. Written on a phone and not proofread. Open to to suggestions and corrections.
