A cluster of letters into words into sentences into paragraphs will be never enough to explain the state of mind I found myself thrown into. The stories that Aven revealed about his dad and how he never met his mother although he have searched high and low for her were painful, almost aching.
The way Hunter visited my house weekly to check on me was agonizing.
Everything in the town I lived in was terrible and scary. It brought back memories of people and flashbacks of events that ravaged my brain. I have found myself deep into feelings that I hate. I have been through experiences of delusional events and hallucinations that made me fear to sleep at night so that they won't haunt my dreams.
I called Sophia and we shut the doors of the not open yet shop.
I changed my phone number and deleted the accounts that people knew me from.
I went so far from where I thought I belonged.
I am much better on my own.
"Pearl," my roommate called. "Someone is on the phone!"
"Who?"
"What's your name, boy?"
"Chris Dune."
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Short StorySlut (noun) : A woman with morals of a man. or : Pearl with the morals of Hunter. ●●● "No, Pearl. Men don't like this," he said, his lips grimacing. He looked at my face, then my hair and then my dress, and he didn't like it one bit. Not aft...
