Small Works of a High School Student

Dread

A/N
Noice, first thing published. I did this at like 3am so, sorry???
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A cool air blew past. I tucked my jacket tighter around my body, breathing heavily, the sight of hot vapor escaping my lips.
I pressed a gloved hand on the heavy door, flooding my senses with the warmth of the inviting building. The bold scent of coffee and pastries filled my nose. It reminded me of pleasant memories, cookies on a rack cooling and long cold coffee sitting on a desk, laughter in the distance.
I stepped up to the familiar dark counter, mumbling my usual order, greeted with the white teeth and crinkled eyes of the silver haired woman. Keeping my head low, I rummaged through the vast pockets of my brown coat, grabbing tightly to a crisp 5, before handing it to the woman with shaking fingers. I stumble to a seat, shedding my large coat, hat, and gloves.
I take a leather bound object in my hands, placing it gently on the table. Opening it, I begin looping cursive and deep marks of my work, knowing my days coming here are running short. Sipping on the warm drink, heat encases my body, letting out a sigh of content.
Time passes.
The clock ticks every second, every minute, every hour.
I reach the other side of the crimson leather bound object unexpectedly.

It's finished.

Dread overcoming my senses, I slip back on my coat, it's texture now itchy, and uncomfortable. The sound of the world returning. I leave the place of comfort, rubbing my wrists. It's dark now. The city lights and passing cars as I walk, bring me anything but comfort. I walk up the rotting steps, my stomach churning, heart racing.
I fumble with a cold key, placing it into the slot, earning the clicks of the lock, pushing open the door. The acrid smell of alcohol burns my throat. Beer cans line the hallway. I take a shaky breath,
"Hunny? I'm home"