I look resentful to the place where I put my bike this morning. The place where my bike used to be. The place where my bike isn't anymore. The place where they found it. Again.
"Where's your bike?"
Ignore them.
"Oh, it's here! Wait no, that's only the wheel, haha!"
Don't cry, don't cry. They don't deserve your tears.
"How are you going to get home, piggy?"
They're right, how do I get home? It's 15 miles away.
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Trapped. [ON HOLD]
General FictionWhat if you're trapped... In your own thoughts? - Many chapters, short chapters.