12:09 am
1st January 2016
The news had left her in a disarray of emotions. Her heart beats frantic under her thin sweater, eyes red and swollen. Long midnight hair was now chopped ruthlessly, leaving chunks of hair littered on the ground as the only evidence of its once present beauty.
Her hands tore the drawers apart as she searched for the box. She desperately needed her pills or at the least her cigarettes. She needed her normalcy which was quickly slipping away from her. Hands finally grabbing on to the white packet, the girl hurried out of the room, rushing back to her roof – to their roof.
She could remember the last time she had been here; remember her last moments with the boy with white hair. It had been the best night of her insignificant life. He had been the best thing to happen to her.
But it was all gone.
Standing by the ledge of the roof, the girl lit up her cigarette. She smoked in the harsh fumes while never taking her eyes off the view: New York City, the city that never slept. Snow covered the sidewalks, yet it didn't deter the festive mood of the night. After all, it was the New Year's Eve, the starting of the year.
And perhaps the end of mine, she thought.
The cigarette left a sour burning taste behind. She coughed.
Her limbs shaking, she climbed onto the ledge. Mind swarming with thoughts from the past month; thoughts of Pretty Boy, of her Father, but most of all she thought about their lies. She thought about how she never knew anybody, and how insignificant her time was.
The girl sighed as if she had accepted her doomand
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Roofies
Kurzgeschichten"People who share the same roof are called Roofies. Singular form: Roofy," She did a small nod at the end as if approving her logic. "You do know it's a drug, right," He questioned, perplexed with her need to give them a name. They were barely ac...
