Normally when someone runs away from their problems, they are not looking for new ones. That is usually the mindset. Never did Sabian think that accepting new friendships would do exactly that.
Sabian "Sable" Reeve is a typical 21 year old who alway...
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People talk about how alone they have felt in certain situations. Simply because their partner forgot their birthday or because their parents are fighting once again. They have no clue what it means to be alone. Not a damn clue.
Feeling alone is when you are in a crowded room, yet no one knows you are there. When you desperately need the comfort of someone, anyone and you have no one. Alone is not a feeling for me, it is a lifestyle.
December 31st, 1990
"Up here at this gas station is perfectly fine," pointing out the small store that crept into my view, illuminated by only light posts. The kind driver who picked me up from the side of the road from the town over gives a concerning look, "Are you sure? I can take you further if you need to," He asked. Honestly, I was trying to get out of Texas as fast as I could, but I was in need of a bathroom break and from the sounds of my stomach, some snacks. "Nah I truly appreciate the offer, but you can drop me off here," giving him my final answer without taking my eyes off the store that sat in this small town of Arlington.
I remember Arlington. The population of only 261,721 had held so many memories of my teenage years. Sneaking over because the music scene was so much more than where I was from. What was comical was that Grand Prairie was only about 17 minutes away from Arlington, straight shot. We had schools for all grade levels and a small acute care but if a hospital was what you needed, you had to travel.
Quickly waving the driver off, I tucked my cassette player that currently held my 1984 Van Halen into my backpack before throwing the strap over my shoulder and made my way inside the gas station. Noticing two white vans off to my left with a few guys hanging outside, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. Seeing a few musical equipment lay around told me they must have been a band. I have seen many of them over the years. "Quick Stop. Hmm how original," muttering to myself when I stopped just before the doors to admire the stations overhead sign. Stepping out of the bathroom, I began to scan the isles for something pleasing. While I was heading out of Texas, I made sure to pack only what I needed along with cash. I didn't want to make too many paper trails. Especially since I am making a dash out of this state in the middle of the night. To where? Anywhere.
"Phil, think fast!" a voice shouts but before I could look in the direction in which it came from, a bag of potato chips hits me on the side of the face. Stunned, I scanned a little to my right and saw someone duck down out of embarrassment and before I could see their face too. "Yeah, way to go Dime. Nice one," The one I am assuming is Phil, seeing him laugh at his friend as he shook his head. For a moment I couldn't shake the feeling that I have seen Phil somewhere before but for the life of me, I could not pinpoint where that might have been. Shaking the feeling off, I snicker to myself at the two class clowns and look down at the bag of chips that fell in my hand. A thought came to me suddenly.
Looking up, I shout "Phil, think fast!" and threw the bag directly at him. The bag of chips hit him in the face just as he turned towards me. Earning a laugh from his friend who was still ducking out of sight. I smiled and made my way to the register to pay for my drink. Leaving Phil and his friend behind. Once I made my way outside, a group of guys jumped out of their vehicle and began to make their way in my direction. "Please don't bother me," thinking to myself. I notice the first three eyed me but continued passing me till their friend who was lagging behind opened his mouth, "Hey gorgeous, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" Was that really his best?
