The pounding music. The sweaty bodies. It's too much. Too much for me.
I could've been sitting at home in my pajamas, reading my favorite books and listening to my favorite songs. But here I am.
He dragged me to dance, ignoring my protests that I couldn't dance in the sky high heels he picked out for me. We danced the night away, he drank too much.
He lead me up the stairs. My mind flies to all the romantic rooftop scenes, where a couple watches the stars glittering at the night and enjoys each others company.
Instead, he leads me to a room. A simple one. Just a bed and a desk. He pulls out the drawer underneath the desk. I gasp.
He pulls out a condom.
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Short Story{Highest Rank: #891 in Poetry and #75 in Suicidal} "Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet. "Because we aren't meant t...
