Good thought Jasper, I mumbled a bit louder than I thought and I felt like I was slowly turning into a straw berry or a tomato. Honestly,I didnt care. The burn in my left hand slowly was becoming unbearable,the tears flowed freely down my cheeks, staining my signature black shirt. I slowly curled up and cried softly,I didnt want to be a fuss to Leah, getting breakfast by her made me internally hate myself for being so vulnerable in front of her.
Seriously Leah, where are you?
I felt my eyelids getting heavy,seriously was I on drugs? Looks like my insomnia was finally getting away. I closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes to find myself in school,the harsh noise of the class fans was really getting annoying. My eyes scanned the entire room.
Oh god,why!?
I looked over to the seat next to me,just to see Andy fiddling with his lunch. His hands weren't bloody,neither was he moving like a machine.
Calm down,Anne it's just a memory.
"Fuck,"
This came from Andy's mouth,who was frowning at the sandwich.
Should I talk to him?,maybe if this was a memory, he wouldn't try to kill me,right?
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ANNE
General FictionLife has many questions,some which make sense while others don't. Some may risk your life,or some which will change your life in various ways,and lastly,some questions which may remain unanswered till life ends. Could a girl,around in her late teens...
