𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 | ☆彡𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐮☆彡

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Dahlias pov:

"come on potato, we've been in this apartment for so long. let's go for a drive." i spoke.

i picked potato up and shoved his leash and collar in my bag, good thing i brought my messenger bag too cause i don't want to carry my giant-ass bag with me all the time.

we got in the car and i went to a small park that has little shops with it and a coffee shop.

my head was everywhere and i couldn't focus.
and that's when it hit me.
FUCK I LEFT MY MEDS AT HOME.

home...
i miss home...

i miss soup
i miss jambo
i miss... jay... i miss schlatt.
but, what he did, hurt...

i felt myself tear up but i suppressed it and kept driving.

"potato what do i do?" i asked the cat.
he's watching the bustling city from the window.

we finally got to the park and i put potato on a leash and we walked the streets to look around.
everything is dog and cat friendly so i can bring potato.
except the food places.
which is reasonable.

we walked into a small library.
and read some books.
potato jumped on my lap and i read heartstopper.

then we went to a cafe and i got matcha.

i saw everyone with someone,
it made me feel so alone.
i am alone.

"ready to go?" i asked potato who seemed tired from walking.

i scooped him up and walked to my car.

i got to my car and set him in the passenger seat and i got in the front seat.

we took the long way to the apartment and i played teen suicide which was first to play.
then crywank.

at a stoplight my eyes teared up and tears trickled down my face and after five minutes i was at the hotel.
i reached into my messenger bag and put in my mask.

then put my hoodie up and walked into the building.
i didn't want anyone to see me, or me crying.

i held potato close and got in the elevator.
i'm going to start full on crying soon.

as soon as i got to the room and set potato down i started crying.

*flashback*

"what the fuck is this?!" my dad asked and showed me the painting that i did.

"it's my-"

"this looks awful." he laughed.
"what about this?" he held up a sketch that got me first place in an art contest at school.
"this looks horrible, not worth first place."

he started to tear it and i started to cry.
"stop fucking crying." he hit me.
"i'm trying to help you. i'm showing you that this is shitty and you shouldn't pursue art. do what mrs white's kids are doing. he's going to o be a lawyer and your going to be a failure."

"i'm sorry." i cried.

"whats this?!" he went through more of my drawers.
"this is an ugly shirt." he laughed.
that's my favorite shirt.

"i'm so fucking done with you." he laughed and left.
i know it's going to happen again in a few days.

i put the drawing in my bag and ran out the door to the schlatts house next door.

"hi mrs schlatt is jay home?" i asked.

"yes he's in his room."

"thank you ma'am." i replied and ran up the stairs.