Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}

Hell Breaks_Cp 9

A.N: I'm hoping to progress a little faster in the next few chapters with joshler occurences

'Why should I tell you of that! There seems to be no stopping you now. On your own you've completely left me- do you even know how terrifying that is to me? Are you listeni-'

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"Shit." I yawn, rubbing my sore eyes. "Where the hell am I?" Looking out over my shoulder I see stretched hills of dewey grass as far as the sun itself. A bird overhead in a high oak tree sings out a string of cacophony, digging into my temples, making me wince involuntarily.

A pleasant waft of flower breeze envelopes my senses, waking me up the slightest bit softer.

As I stare out, the star shines far overhead, greeting me with a warm patch of sunlight on my left calf. The remembrance of last night sets in, causing me to be short of breathe. 'Last night...' Looking down at my hands, dirt lines the inside of my calloused palms, mosquitos circling my arms.

Swatting the blood vessels away, I attempt to pull myself up off the misty graveyard grass, failing quickly. 'My legs can't hold me up' I think with an odd sense of crude humor, 'unbelievable.' Feeling a muscle cramp come on I decide to lay my head back down on the fabric backpack I kept nearby during my slumber as a makeshift pillow. Resisting the urge to scratch my head til it bleeds, my fingers find their way behind my stuffed up head.
Melancholy thoughts fill the eerie silence of the morning, leading back to Possible or Plausible. 

'The boy at the shop would pity me if he saw how I'm acting.' I mentally note. Muscles still in pain, I lay my arms spread out, looking as if I were making a grass angel instead of torturing myself over a boy I hadn't caught the name of. Eyeing the sidewalk feet away, I try to reach for a tombstone to lean on, once again unsuccessful. Tears on the border of sadness and rage, I stifle a cry.

"DAMN my short height. DAMN my mother. DAMN that brown doe eyed boy. DAMN my existence." I whisper angrily, to no one but my bitter self.

Mouth deep in a sunken frown, I think of father, spilling tears like rain. Choking on my spit, I yell out, "FUCK YOU, DAD-d-d..."
Rolling over on my side, I try as best as I can mange to curl into myself, hands wet with slick tearduct debree. My face feels contorted and ugly, mouth grimaced with eyes grossly squinted, crying face not at all picture worthy.

***

At first glance, most would image they're looking at a burnout homeless teen, crying over their life choices- not a crisis ridden highschooler going through muscle cramps and daddy issues.

Minutes mingling into hours pass by, parents with children glaring straight at my mess of a face, as if I were a potential threat. Of course when these parents do so, the child pays little to no attention, freedom of the outside world too delicious for them to handle. 'You'll soon tire of this 'exciting place' shortly, enjoy it while you can.' I comment mentally, setting my eyes to a comfortable rest.

The sun reaches mid day briefly, invading rays tickling my face through thick leaves overhead. Fluid images of brown captivating irises nudge themselves on my platter of a brain, presently making my heart patter.

THUMP THU- THUMP THU- THUMP THU- THUMP...

I feel my face heat up thinking about this boys smile. Crooked teeth paired with a lopsided grin, I can't help but feel an irresistible pull towards him. 'Absolutely captivating, he is.'  Sighing for once in comfort, my heart purrs with delight, for this hometown boy.

'I wish I could see him once more- just once...' Wheels turning, I make an oath to myself then and there, inside the safety of my head.
'I will never yell at him when I have the opportunity to make him laugh ever again.' Licking my lips with a happy sense of fear I cross my legs nervously, trying my best to feel safe. Seconds pass until it dawns on me- "Wait a moment, I can move!" Wiggling my toes forcefully, I shriek softly in delight. "Oh thank goodness!" Jumping up in what I felt like a sideways hop, I punch the sky with a victorious grin. A couple passing me by tries to avoid eye contact with my outrageous smile. "Jokes on you, I don't do drugs, this is just my natural enthusiasm!" I yell out to them, brushing off my grass stained jeans. Cracking my back, I search around the tombstones for my bike, spotting a haphazardly thrown orange mountain bike behind a tombstone labeled "Beloved".

Throwing my "pillow" on my shoulder, I push off on my automobile towards the sidewalk feet away, getting back to the groove of things. Mind racing for some food, it somehow also wanders towards a certain adorable thrift shop worker with eyes you could simply drown in.