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I hear screaming and fighting right next door and know that that guy Morgan brought home was more then just a friend unfortunately, that he's just now finding out. Whatever. I don't do drama and it's none of my business. I grab my laptop and make my way outside. I take a seat and pull my hair up into a bun.
I start writing my ideas and thoughts down until next thing I know, ten new pages. I sigh and shut the laptop before going back inside. Sky sprawled out on the couch while My Hero Academia plays in the background. I just giggle and cover her up, take the remote from her hand slightly, and turn it off. I then make way to my room.
I strip of all of my clothing and go into the bathroom that's actually connected to my bedroom. I start a shower and wait for it to warm up as I brush my teeth. Once I finish my nightly hygiene, I hop into the shower and let it soothe me. I really did need this. It felt like a fever dream. Not just the shower, all of this. I don't understand why or how this happened but it sure as hell happened and there is not much I can do about it but be supportive of him. Yeah... this is about him. Don't judge me.
When you spend ten years of your life regretting not ever trying to contact the one guy who made you feel alive without drugs and he shows up as your new neighbor one day, and he's getting married to a god awful women, you feel extremely guilty. So guilty to the point you want to relapse.
I start breathing, or trying to control it before gathering my clothes and place them on me. I instantly shut the light off, take my melatonin and try to sleep. That entire night was spent tossing and turning as arguing carried on in the home next to me. That poor, poor man.
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