Running Through the Dark

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I entered through the back door, hanging my sweater in the filthy break room in the back. Next I walked to the bar and greeted my friend Melissa who also worked at the bar. Cuz it was earlier in the day not many people came in. A few middle aged men came in to get some drinks. They made it blatantly obvious that they wanted to have sex, but I just wasn't in the mood. As the day went on I sat in a booth, waiting for the mood to pick up and more people to enter. Then the flashbacks returned...

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I awoke in the same stengy motel. I changed quickly and emailed my mom:

Hi mom. I'm okay so please don't worry about me. I'm so sorry that I left you. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you. I just couldn't deal with the life I was living. I'm sorry I didn't respond to your texts or your phone calls. I got a new phone. I just can't deal with Harry right now either. I'm sorry. I will always love you, but I'm not coming home.

From,

Anna

I distinctly remember writing Harry's letter. It was even harder than I imagined:

Harry,

I'm sorry, but I'm not coming home. I don't mean to blame you, but I couldn't stand to stay home after.... you know... the party. Don't bother calling or texting, cuz I got a new phone. Just in case you care, I'm okay. I'm sorry, I will always love you.

From,

Anna

By now the tears were flowing down my cheeks. I quickly wiped my tears away, remembering the promise I made. I will not cry for him anymore. On this note, I left the motel, and drove to the nearest tattoo parlor. First, I got my belly button pierced, then my nose. Hannah never wouldv'e done something like this, but Hannah is no longer here, she's gone. Next, I got a tattoo. It's on my right hip, hidden by the band of my underwear. I asked for a small gravestone that read HANNAH. It was perfect. Hannah is gone for good, but she will never be forgotten. I got another tattoo also. This one was on my lower back (a tramp stamp some people call it). This one read in small script letters: the pain of life is greater than that of death. I left the parlor happy with my new appearance. Next, I went out job hunting, I needed to find a place that would hire someone who wasn't going to college. I was unsuccessful. I met up with Kavya later that day, and she introduced me to two of her friends, Kameron and Emma. We became really close friends. And that day, my life seemed to be the best it had been in a while, even while I was dating Harry. This was the day that I moved out of the sketchy motel and into an apartment with Emma, Kavya, and Kameron.

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I smiled as I remembered all the great times I had with them when I first moved here. I was snapped out of my daydream when a boy with short dirty blonde hair sat down across from me. I positioned myself, to get as big a tip as I possibly could from this horny teenager. I had become very accustomed to acting interested in a boy, causing them to give me a bigger tip. It may seem wrong to you, but I need the money. And plus it's not tlike I'm a prostitute. I don't make guys pay me to have sex. We just kinda...do it.