You don't even bother anymore.
You don't even try.
You left me alone, I'm on my own.
You left me. I was all alone, no one, nothing.
Tell me where we went wrong.
Where did my best friend go?
Hey so I hope you liked that cliffhanger last chapter lol. Well it's back to Alice's Pov and probably will stay that way for the rest of the story. Hope you like this chapter!
My feet carry me, my mind to in a jumble to even care where I'm going or who's looking, as I run aimlessly through and around people.
I just couldn't make it through the funeral, in my heart I knew I had to but my soul and mind was too broken, I couldn't make it. I can't deal with this, it's all too much. I was already a wreck before my mother's anniversary, but too just double the pain, hell triple it on the day of her death? That's a cruel joke the world is playing on me.
I have no one now, nothing. The only person I found comfort in was my dad, telling him everything that has happened to me. I don't tell people feelings, I'm afraid they'll look at me differently, tip toeing around what they say or do, worried I might get triggered or something. I don't need that, I don't need people who just want to love me and help me think I'm crazy.
They're probably looking for me right now, and knowing Cody he knows that I'm just not hidden in the bathroom or something. He knows I'll go off to places that fill me with comfort, happiness. Ironically enough, thee friend who left me for so long, the one I've said I hated so any times, still knows how I am.
Actually gaining control of myself, and being able to lead my feet, I notice Cody's truck, heading in the direction I am. Shit.
I take a sharp right, disappearing into an alley way waiting for him to pass. My heart is pounding out of my chest as I compress myself into the wall, for the stupid fear that he might see my chest stick out. My breath is raggedy, sweat beads dripping down the side of my head and my collar bone.
My legs are weak, with my knees clanking together like spoons their just struggling to keep my weight up. This is year is probably the most I've run my whole life.
I close my eyes as I rest my head on the wall, sliding down slowly trying to catch my breath and give my legs rest.
I need to find some place, any place where I know they won't think to look, a place where I know Cody won't remember. I need time; I need to make sure I have enough time to do it.
I know the perfect place. Plus, it comes with the object, so no need to find one.
I think I know what you're talking about.
Bonus, the object will make it quick and painless.
Perfect.
I sense people looking at me as they walk by, wondering why a girl in a black dress has bloodshot eyes, and sitting in an alley way.
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