save me from myself {mgc} | au

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dakota's p.o.v

"this is my seat!" yelled a grouchy, elderly woman. although I wanted this seat really bad, I just walked away and left the lady to satisfactory. I'm not the one to argue over ridiculous things like a thin piece of plastic that holds me up from the floor of a nasty old bus.

after several minutes of searching for a decent seat that didn't have spilt coffee or crushed raspberry donut in it, I finally found one.

I sat down and got comfortable, for it'll be a while until I reach my destination which was the downtown café I had recently became obsessed with. their hot chocolate was the bomb, no lie.

luckily, I found a seat with another empty seat next to it. I placed my bag in the one next to me and silently "cha-chinged", because now I can sprawl out in a comfortable fashion.

I turned to look out the window. my view consisted of many things. an old man, walking slowly with a navy blue cane. a little girl crying, for what seemed like she lost her mother. a lonely bench surrounded by liter. two best friends laughing under an umbrella, having a good ole time. a middle aged woman walking out of an expensive store that seems to contain nothing but shoes and dresses. an angry couple walking far away from each other and many more. then I looked at the window, several raindrops plunged onto the cold glass. this scenery was my daily dose of 'quiet time'. being in the city that I was, the everyday constant rain showers pleased me. then witnessing so many traumatizing things became normal to me.

after analyzing different things, time had flew by and it was my stop up next. I began to gather my things when the doors opened and got off the bus.

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i've been at the café for an hour now, just doodling different things in my sketch book. I was a peace. all of my worries just floated away. the only thing that was on my mind was this pencil and what it was capable of.

right before I was about to close my book, my phone started buzzing. I looked at my screen to read "Dad". I had no choice but to answer. he was an abusive dick.

"yeah?" I answered.

"where are you?!" he screamed from the other line.

"take a chill pill, damn." I murmured.

"what was that?" he asked, loudly.

"nothing, and I'm downtown, why?" I questioned, beginning to think I could smell the alcohol through the phone.

"I can't find your brother." he said.

"is that my problem?" I asked, sassily.

"watch it, young lady." he responded.

I scoffed.

"go find him yourself." I snarled, then hanging up before I got even more bullshit from him.

I slid my drawing book back into my bag and finished up my 4th cup of hot chocolate.

"anything else, dakota?" Sage, my waitress asked. I've been coming here a lot and practically everyone knew that hot chocolate was my "usual", let alone my name. 

"no thank you." I smiled, she nodded and handed me my ticket. I grabbed my bag, paid for my beverages and waddled out of the café.

I decided that I would walk home. the bus was a daily thing and I could use the exercise. I tried to stay under ledges of buildings so I would't get wet.

all my thought came wondering back into my mind. I went through and sorted them, and then started thinking about each and every thought.

i'm depressed. my life sucks. I strongly dislike every human being in my family. why can't I have a happy, normal family like every other 18 year old teen.

I'm different from the rest of my family. my GPA is outstanding, opposite from my brothers. my grades have been A's and B's since 1st grade. i've gotten scholarships, but i can't go to college. my brother needs a parent to look out for him and our father definitely doesn't fulfill that job.

no one loves me, not even myself. I'm so done. 

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