"What brought you here?" A voice asked.
"Oh fuck," I cursed, startled by the sudden voice. "Dude, you scared the shit out of me."
It was pitch black inside. I obviously could see nothing.
"My bad," he said, not meaning it. "What brought you here...
+ strong language + infrequent updates + protagonist is a female dog + grammatical errors
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S T A R T
"Have I told you how much I hate you? How much I hate hearing your voice, especially your laughs? How I hate the way you always make me feel butterflies in my stomach up until now? I hate you, I despise you. But most importantly, I hate how I can't manage to move on from you, how I still love you even though I'm starting to sound and look like an idiot here in my room, at 3:39 o'clock in the morning, confessing to the guy I love who doesn't even love me anymore. It's silly and foolish, and I know I'll regret this tomorrow when I'm sober, but let me just say this before I fall into a deep slumber . . . FUCK YOU."
I could hear his faint voice as I pulled my phone away from my ear. I think I heard him say 'fuck you too' but I was so drunk that I just tossed my phone to my bedside table, pulling the covers above me and closing my eyes, almost instantaneously falling asleep but not before I hurled the remnants of foods I had today. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and let my back hit the bed softly. Finally falling asleep.
In my dreams, I had this unicorn braiding my hair and everything was perfect and not bleak until I had to wake up on account of the morbid morning sun rays that were aiming for my face. And in a fast motion, memories of last night—rather this early morning, flashed in my head.
And of course, my most favorite word fleed from my mouth. "Shit."
