Forever Isn't Just A Word

Chapter Two: Unexpected Coffee

I slouched back into my couch with satisfaction. I had spent the rest of that night fixing up my bathroom. The next day was my music station, and then Friday I fixed up the rest of my house. Today was Saturday, and I'd done a lot to get my new place done. Of course it still looked horrible, but all the boxes were unpacked and flattened, shoved into the closet I had. It was so, me. 

It was around noon, and I wasn't hungry. But I needed to consume something to keep myself busy. After taking my pills, I stood up and went to the fridge. I'd drink a monster then start playing music and everything was going to go by smoothly and great. 

I opened it and my face fell. It was practically empty, duh. Now though, I was out of monsters. I sighed in frustration as I closed the fridge. My new apartment was so empty, being alone and all. And I hated the way everything echoed around me. I needed to do something away from all of echos to remind me of how alone I was. 

Coffee? I thought to myself. 

"Sure why not?" The familiar voice spat at the start of a sarcastic rant.

"No, I thought I got rid of you!" I turned around and placed my hands on the counter, putting all my weight on them. I could feel my knees start to get weak as I knew what was coming next. It always did. 

"Nope. I'm here, always will be."

"How did you find me?" I could feel my heart start to spaz out in shivers. 

"I always find you, Justice. You know I will always run to you to make sure you're not lying to yourself. I'm the only honest voice in your life."

"No, you just are a jealous brat!" Any confidence I had left was drained out of my system. 

"I'm the brat? Who ditched everyone they cared about so maybe your could be happy? More of being selfish. And what am I jealous of? Nothing, you wanna know why? It's because of your awful looks, the way you stench, the ugly clothes you wear! Don't even get me started on your personality..."

"Enough!" I said loudly compared to my scared whispers. My knuckles were white as they gripped the edge of the counter. I let out a breath, trying to keep it even. I slowly released the tension in my hands and took a step back. I was going out to get a coffee. Not going shoplift or anything. What was the worst that could happen?

"You could run into him..."

"I'm shutting you out." I gritted between my teeth as I took quick steps into my bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and when I looked up, it was gone. I dried my face as I stumbled into my bedroom. 

I got changed into my normal black skinny jeans and a FOB shirt. I almost put on my normal black sweatshirt, but it wasn't cold here. It was the last of the first week of March. It was beautiful outside, and of course, a bit noisy. But right now, it wasn't cold enough. Besides, the coffee would warm me up, just in case. 

I slipped on my normal vans as I lost my balance and face-planted in front of my closet. I cursed as I sat up and finished putting my shoes on. I was clumsy, and often had good reflexives that covered it up. But recently with my lack of sleep, I didn't even have a filter from my brain to my mouth. 

No wonder I only have a couple friends. But even then I left them a couple states over...

"No," I mumbled to myself as I straightened myself out, heading towards the front door. "Not going to be that way here."

I closed the door as I locked it behind me, trying to leave behind my thoughts. I was a bit paranoid about that sort of thing (locking up). I practically leaped down the stairs, hoping I wasn't going to stumble or lose my my footing as I rushed out the doors to go reach my car. I was about to get it, when I decided against it. I could see Starbucks just a couple blocks away.