Passionate Drop

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Present                                         

01.01.2023

After I walked inside the small, cabin like, home I lived in, I went straight into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I sat on my small, one person, bed, my hands shaking slightly. I quickly took my small Samsung Galaxy S III, and turned on the first Spotify playlist that I saw, full volume. 

Block me out, by Gracie Abrams was heard. I flipped down on the bed, laying my back on it, staring at the ceiling. I sang quietly, small whimpers coming out of my mouth. 

-I wish that I could block me out~-The last words of the song, came out my lips with a small sob.

I fell asleep.

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Three years earlier

25.12.2020

I opened my eyes lazily, two single tears falling to my face when I yawned silently. 

Where was I?

I didn't remember a thing from how I got to this warm home and very comfy bed. 

The last thing I remember was... Evan Timberly. Him driving off, leaving me in the middle of nowhere. Every memory of yesterday night shot into my brain at once. I let out the loudest sob.

Someone came into the room. I didn't see them, because of my tears. 

-Shh, its okay. Its okay. Everything is going to be okay, dear-the voice of a middle aged lady was heard.

I didn't say anything, but my sobs were quieter. Almost silent now.

'I regret us so fucking badly'

His words were echoing in my head, causing me to whimper quietly, while sobbing.

I don't how how much time I was crying helplessly, someone was stoking my hair slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. I didn't even know where I was, for god's sake.

I sat up very slowly, because my back was still hurting badly. The lady put a pillow behind my back, so that I could lean on it. She tucked a couple strands of my blonde hair behind my ears, her eyes scanning my red, snotty from crying, face. I sniffled quietly, she offered me a tissue. I took it and wiped my face, slowly.

A couple minutes of silence. The lady was looking at me, worried. I was staring down, at the bed sheets. I bit my lip. I didn't know the lady, I didn't know where I was, I didn't know how I got here. 

-where am I?-I asked, so quietly, voice so hoarse.

-Your in a safe place. Don't worry, dear-She replied. The woman was in her late thirties, dark long hair, a bit of wrinkles, a small smile. 

I didn't understand. No where was safe. I didn't feel safe here. What if the woman turned out to be a kidnapper and she would kill me? I didn't feel safe anymore. Anywhere. The person I felt safe around, ALWAYS, said that he regrets me. He regrets us. He didn't love me. It was just a lie. 

I let out another loud sob, the lady wrapped her slim arms around me slowly, letting me cry in her chest. I didn't react when she hugged me. I just kept crying. 

Someone came into the room.

-Oh love, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?-The shakey voice of my mother was hear. She walked up fastly to me. 

The lady stood up, not hugging me anymore. My mother replaced her. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me on her lap, hugging me tightly. I sobbed even louder when she did that. I hid my face in her chest.

-Mam-I cried, shutting my eyes hardly.

-Its okay, love. Everything's okay. Your okay-She stoked my back, while I cried. 

I wasn't okay.