"What brought you here?" A voice asked.
"Oh fuck," I cursed, startled by the sudden voice. "Dude, you scared the shit out of me."
It was pitch black inside. I obviously could see nothing.
"My bad," he said, not meaning it. "What brought you here...
draft saved on apr. 22, 2017. published on may 23, 2017.
song: Single by The Neighbourhood
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Monday. I hate Mondays.
I opened my eyes and stared at the bland, white ceiling. I checked my breathing, feeling the way my chest rose up and down.
You're alive. You're still breathing. You're still on earth. I told myself.
I did this every morning after I woke up, checking if I was still alive. The thought of dying when I was least ready annoyed me. When I died, I wanted to fight before welcoming death.
I sighed, it was yet another uneventful day that I needed to start with in order to get to tomorrow. Life was like a t.v series, you need to play the first episode to get to the second episode. Moving onto the next episode and skipping the first episode would be meaningless.
And as much as I would like to press the fast forward button, I couldn't. I was left stuck in the present, rewinding some of my pasts every so often, back to those times when life was still better. When life wasn't a big bitch to me.
I could remember last night, in fact, Bradley's face wouldn't stop playing inside my head. It was like the replay button was broken and I couldn't do anything so I just watched the scene play over and over again. I didn't mind though, I love his face.
Moaning softly as I felt my hangover, I forced myself to sit up. I grabbed my phone and checked multiple messages from people at school I barely knew. What caught my eye was Bradley's message. My heart skipped a beat and I could already feel my face heating up as I clicked the message.
I couldn't sleep . . . we should probably talk. And when I say 'talk', I mean a civil talk, Avery. I want you to listen to me, please reply.
My hands were shaking as I crafted a reply.
No problem. Where?
I hit send and fell back on my bed with a thud, ignoring the searing pain inside my head. My phone beeped in sync with my skipping heart. He's not gonna ask you to get back with him, Avery. Get a grip.
