You'll Play The Romeo, Ill Play The Juilet. (Of Mice & Men)

The Flood

I run against the rain, my hair matted to my face making it harder for me to see.

"We're almost home," I whisper to myself.

I run faster, despite the pain in my muscles. The apartment building comes into sight. It seems so far away, but it really isn't.

I walk up the stairs, trying not to slip as the cold air sends shivers up my spine. I run to the elevator anxious to get to my room.

I double over gasping for air, panting like I've been stuck under water for far to long.

I finally reach my floor, struggling to walk over to my room. I change into dry clothing, and go straight to bed. I put in my headphones trying to fight back the tears.

I'm a twenty year old girl, why can't I get over myself.

This is the real world.

You can't expect anything more.

You're on your own.