Split

05

"ow" She rubs her bum and stands up. "MARLENE!" oh no. "Wo warst du, du dummes Mädchen? ICH WAR KRANK VOR SORGEN! Ich habe sogar deine Mutter angerufen!" (WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU FOOLISH GIRL. I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK! I EVEN CALLED YOUR MOTHER!!) "NAN, im sorry! YOU CALLED MY MOTHER?" shit. RING. perfect, it's her mother. "hello..?" "DU DUMMES MÄDCHEN! Wie konntest du deiner Großmutter das antun, was stimmt nicht mit dir? Ich schicke Sie den ganzen Weg dorthin, um eine Pause zu machen, und Sie schleichen sich hinaus und lassen sie besorgt und krank zurück. Du bist geerdet!" (YOU STUPID GIRL! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR GRANDMOTHER, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! I SEND YOU ALL THE WAY THERE TO TAKE A BREAK, AND YOU SNEAK OUT LEAVING HER WORRIED SICK. YOUR GROUNDED!) her mother screamed over the phone. sigh. what now..? She apologized to her mum and Nan before cleaning the whole house. She decided she was gonna make friends on Monday, oh wait she needs abt 18 euros. She cant ask her Nan now, she's been giving her silent treatment all day, maybe if she had just asked things wouldn't be the way they were.

She went through her luggage remembering she packed her wallet, she doesn't know if she has money though, her mind has been cloudy. zip. HOLY SHIT. She has HUNDREDS. she counted it, she had 2300. Why the fuck would she have so much money? She doesn't even know. "um ok...." she grabs the wallet and puts it in a safe place in her room. 9:45 pm , time went by fast, really really fast. "Im gonna sneak out again!" she whispered to herself. She cant take her phone because her mom will track it, "yolo" she makes a fake body changes into stylish comfy clothes, she did a little makeup and started to go out the window. She used to do this a lot, especially on the nights when her parents were not talking , the silence was LOUDER than their fights. She heads over to the gas station, she would sit on top of the trash cans and drink vodka, she was 13. No one stopped her, no one even cared. They would actually ask to take a few sips before walking off. Sometimes she wished they were like kidnappers and they would take her away from here, "save her" or thats what she used to think. "hey skipper.." she says walking in. "oh.. skipper doesn't work here anymore, I do!" ew his voice is annoying. "oh, what happened?" "cant say" weird. She grabs a bottle of vodka putting it under her pretty baggy sweater, skipper would always let her grab one and leave, no questions asked, she wasn't sure abt this new guy. She grabs a chocolate snack and walks to the counter. "this it?" he says smiling. "uhhh...yeah" . "ok your total is 1 34" "do you have change..?" she asks pulling out a hundred dollar bill. "hmm how about, you give me the hundred dollar bill and I let you keep that bottle of vodka" a smirk forms on his ugly face. Her face drops, asshole. "FINE" she slams the bill on the counter, grabbing her snack. "CUNT" she flips him off walking out. She hates people.

She walks to the back of the store sitting down onto one of the trashcan. Right back to her old ways, she had been kind of ignoring it but there was no denying Germany was making her change. It was making her sad, and tired, and sick. Just like she used to feel, and how she was recently starting to feel. Maybe she was crazy, who knows. "Marlene?"

"WHAT THE FU- oh." he scared her but her fear went away after a big wave of embarrassment flooded over her. "s-sorry.. what the fack are you doing here?" she asked taking a sip of vodka before burring her face into her hands, Tom smirked. "I was just buying a pack of cigarettes, want one?" he says stepping towards her. "sure." she scoots over for him to plop next to her. She takes long drag, a really long one, she likes doing it untill it BURNS and she starts to cough. She didnt want to embarrass herself infront of tom again so she holds back.