Don't Listen to Your Heart

He Knows No Love

I feel the rage running through my vains.

I heavily breathe, every breath feels like taking me to the dark side.

I quickly get up, grab the darkest clothes I have and slip into the shower box.

I take a quick shower and dry my hair.

Put a little bit of black eyeliner and grab my clothes.

I put a black shirt on, dark skinny jeans, black sneakers and a black hoodie jacket.

"Are you going somewhere?" Rocky asks rubbing his eyes,

"You know, charity stuff" I say with a cold tone.

"You look absent lately, are you okay?"

"Perfectly okay. Go back to sleep, it's early"

I look at the digital clock, 6.30am.

I'm late.

As Rocky falls asleep again, I grab my gun and place it in my pocket.

I shut the door behind me and start walking the cold and dark street till Hotel Cortez.

I know what you're thinking.

What about College? You never attend classes?

Let's just say I stopped a while ago.

I'm actually thinking of quitting.

It will lead me anywhere. Anywhere I wanna be.

I actually don't even know where I wanna be to be honest.

But, whatever, this is my last thought now.

Iced cold wind starts blowing bringing ice in my blood, I shiver.

I put my hood on, hands in my pockets and keep walking through the rough street.

Pouring rain starts falling, I madly sigh and start walking faster till I finally see the sign of the Hotel.

***

As I walk in I keep on looking at emptyness.

Have you ever felt like this?

Like you're not really focusing on things around you but just walking somewhere sometime in some kind of place?

This is how I feel right now.

A naked girl starts running downstairs, screaming like crazy.