Time doesn't always work on your side
I was nervously tapping my pencil on the table in the cafeteria when a bunch of people came to sit with me, along with Brooklyn and Riley.
One person stumbled and sat dizzily across from us while a girl sat next to him. "You look drunk," she laughed and I flinched. Others joined her light laughter while I glared at the table. I stood up abruptly and took the food back to my dorm. I sit on the bed and sadly eat my mac and cheese. These people use these terms so loosely yet these things, they can tear a family apart, they don't understand what it's like ...
I breathed.
People do it all the time. I'm used to it.
Brooklyn opened the door and sat across from me. "Explanation?"
If I told her would she view my family differently? I decided not to tell her.
Scared, I opened my mouth, only to close it again. I really wanted to tell her, but I was scared of her judging.
Why not, I guess. I sigh. If I already wanted death, what would be wrong with telling her before a possible death, even though it was most likely I would stay alive for a while before I did something stupid.
That made no sense.
Anyway, enough about death.
I open my mouth and begin. "My dad was really stressed and drank to get his mid off it all. While he drank he was different than himself. It caused my dad to kinda leave... and I don't see him much anymore. Well I don't see any of my family anymore.... So anyway it really upsets me when people stuff like 'You look drunk.'"
Brooklyn blinked. "I'm sorry if I ever do that, please tell me if I ever-"
"It's fine I'm used to it." I felt bad about cutting her off but I was too numb to feel much empathy.
She looked down at her hands, slightly nervous but too cocky and confident to let it show.
She bit her tongue and looked up at me.
I was glaring at the ground trying so hard not to cry. I got up and triple checked that the door was locked and then went back to my bed and put my face in the pillow and started crying.
A/n I love you guys thanks for reading this
