"Ugh he would call when I haven't done laundry in weeks," I complain.
"Oh come on he's you're best friend well one of them at least," anna says winking at me "you don't have to Impress him"
"You're right"
I grab the first shirt I see which happens to be my old pink sweater and slide it on along with my most worn pair of black skinny jeans.
Next follows my old beaten down combat boots.
Admiring my dull face in the mirror I take in just how much I've let myself go physically and mentally as well.
"Ready," Anna states after putting her famous white shoes on.
I'm not quite sure what her fascination with white is.
It makes sense though. She's so clean and pure never making a mistake. I on the other hand had memorized the street names of the old city at 17 from always sneaking out. The beautiful lights and business of the city always fascinated me in such a way that I needed to be there. One day my grandmother had caught on to my sneakiness which caused me to go another way to get home than i normally do. There was a boy with jet black hair to match mine. We'd bumped Into eachother.
"Sorry," he says and continues running.
I turn and stop for a moment looking at him but turn on my heels and continue to run.
Ironically 3 days later I'd seen that exact same face.
We'd sat in the library in silence.
"Do you know the English alphabet?" I asked him.
He responded but in very broken English which reminded me of a child.
I smiled at his actions.
He hasn't responded until I said "V"
He seemed found of it and said it in his child like voice as before.
I decided that's what I'd call him.
"Maybe I can tutor you more later on of you aren't busy"
"Sure," he says simply.
I followed the address he scribbled on a piece of paper to the best of my ability.
I scream when my back hits against a brick wall.
Looking up I take in well built almost familiar features when I realize it's my killer.
He'd killed me once emotionally and I think this time will be the last and he'll take my blood and all with him.
I continue screaming beneath his hand and try to squirm free of his grip.
"Oh come on you know you miss me,"my ex says against my neck.
"Stop it stop it," my voice sounds as a child's compared to his.
"Mark please," fear and weakness are evident in my tone.
"Yeah mark you heard her."
I look past the figure Infront of me to discover another one.
"Taehyung!"
"So you go from the most popular guy in school to some rice loving Chinese," he says pulling his eyes back to demonstrate.
"Actually I'm Korean bitch," Taehyung says right before punching him and just like that his body turned cold.
"Come on let's go"
I place my hand in his and follow him.
"You come here to?" I ask him when we arrive at the train I always sat on.
