☘ "Maybe sometimes being lost is the best thing that could happen to you, because then you have nothing to lose. But for just this once I don't mind losing."
Maureen is a girl who has been on streets all her life, her life has been hard enough unt...
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It took me one drink to make a decision. Not exactly true but one drink started the foolish thoughts. My injuries kept me awake as I just cried silently in my apartment in complete darkness and the sound of my heartbeat and ticking clock keeping me alert to the surroundings.
I didn't tend to my injuries because the pain is what I desired in that moment or every fucking moment of my life.
A bunch of daisies was scattered on the ground. Poor flowers had to face my wrath and now like everything in my life they were destroyed as well. I picked up a bottle of whiskey and gulped down burning my throat in the process. I needed to get numb and drunk soon enough because I was suffocating. Whenever I closed my eyes my sister was smiling at me and I was choking with panic.
I can't die even if I wanted to, that was the last thing I promised Charlotte. That doesn't mean I can't try indirect methods, drinking being one of them.
Fighting pain with pain, Magenta said.
How is that she read right through me? Even behind the mask, she knew it was me. She offered me help even when I nothing but rude to her.
Why was she so fucking aggravating?
And that is what started my insanity and now I was sitting with her after drunk driving to the damn hospital she worked in. Why was she here at this time of night though?
I was drunk, what was her excuse?
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She looked like she was crying about something before I came but I didn't bother to ask. If I asked I will be interested more and that I didn't want. I sat there next to her and just like her presence was like an aroma candle, calming and soothing in the locker room, her presence immediately calmed me down.
"I am seeing things." She said in a whisper and yet it was loud enough in the silent hospital corridor.
"There is a movie star sitting next to me." She was mumbling to herself like a lunatic.
"No dumb, I am really here." I frowned at her insanity.
"That was to make you talk." And she looked at me with a smug look.
"So you finally realized that how important Magenta is and her help is essential?" She referred herself in the third person which was kind of funny.
And she was right but I did not say that.
"Or you could always say you needed help from a hospital too far from your house." She was shunning all the excuses one by one.
"I wanted to be around someone so I don't kill myself," I stated shortly and turned to look at her reaction.
Her eyes always sent a hit to my heart. Her appearance had an aura of pain around her, her attire told me she was poor but her eyes were like stars, managing to twinkle in the darkness.
