I wake up to the sound of cars and chatter and people, I allow myself to lay there before getting up to splash water on my dry, cracked face. I still look like hell. I brush my teeth and stare into my eyes. It's like staring right at Sarah. I miss her.
When I'm done with my bathroom things I go and grab my bag with my electronics on it and sit on my bed. I pull out my laptop and set it beside me then grab my camera and camera charger and plug that in by my bedside table.
I grab my laptop and turn it on for the first time in days. Bracing myself, I log in to my Instagram. The hate comments are there. So many hate comments. I post the first photo in months
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It's an old photo of me and Sarah. I stare at it for a long time. I hesitate before typing "I'm lost without you" and posting it. Immediately thousands of likes and comments start pouring in. Some supportive. Most hate.
I log off but not before sharing it to my Facebook, Twitter and tumblr. I shut off my laptop and plug it in next to my camera.
It's still early in the morning , about 8:30, so I don't expect anybody to be awake when I come out so I don't bother changing out of my pajamas. Which consist of comfy shorts and a cute tank top with no bra because fuck that. I tiptoe in my moms socks to the kitchen and scream. Because Dave is right there and he scared the crap out of me. He also screams and just stares at me. We both laugh very loudly. I step in the kitchen and start making coffee for myself when Dave asks "how was your sleep Linnea?" "It was good, you an all me Lin or linny, I don't like Linnea" I say back He just smiles and goes to wake Mel up. I down my coffee and a granola bar and head back to my room to change. It's sort of chilly out so I put on a pair of mid-calf leggings and a 3/4 sleeve white lace shirt with my sandles. I grab my purse and shove my camera and an extra film casing and my phone in there along with my wallet. I brush my hair and pull it into a messy bun and only put on light mascara.
I'm going to go for a walk today.
I walk out into the foyer and see Mel in her pajamas and messy dark red bed head. "Goodmorning aunt Mel, Is it okay if I go for a short walk today?" I ask her "Goodmorning linny, and only if you have your phone on you and you don't walk too far" she says back to me. I agree and say goodbye before walking out the door and to the elevators. I'm the only one in the elevator so I start humming to myself. The elevators open and I walk out to the doors and go outside.
I plug my earbuds in my ears and walk down the street. It's fairly busy, people coming and going. There's cars and bikes going down the street. I head down also and walk into the little cafe they have. I order a strawberry frappe and a muffin and sit near the window on my phone. When I'm finished with my frappe and muffin I stand up to throw away my trash when someone crashes into me. And when I say crashes, I mean full on knocks me to the ground. I'm covered in whatever drink the person had and I can feel my bandage rip a little away from my arm.
Groaning in pain, I sit up and look at whoever it is only to be met with a boy my age. Maybe older. He's staring at me with a look of horror and scrambles to help me up. He grips my left wrist and I hiss in pain before shoving him off of me and standing up. Gripping my wrist, I scoot past him and grab a handful of napkins and shove them to my wrist and apply pressure. It appears the stitches have ripped. The guy is off the floor now and rushes to me, "are you okay? Your wrist is bleeding, oh shit" he says in panic. I just shake my head at him and grab my bag with my other hand. I sling my purse over my neck and pull my phone out of it, I dial my aunt and tell her that I'm on my way to the nearest hospital and that my stitches have ripped. She says okay and she'll meet me there after work. I call a taxi and give them the address for the cafe. The boy is still behind me, I look at him and say with a smile "can you hand me some more napkins? I'm gonna need them" he grabs napkins and rushes to me. Taking them from him, I apply more pressure as the taxi pulls up. "Well, it's been real, but I have a hospital to visit" I say to him, before walking out to the taxi.
