It was almost 7 and my late shift was coming to a close with only a few minutes left and two or three dispersed people sitting in the coffee shop finishing up what they were doing on their laptops and phones. I had begun cleaning up the machines and preparing for closing up when I heard the bell attached to the door sound making me inwardly groan. Preparing to tell the most likely upset customer that the store was being too close and was no longer serving, I turned around to see Matt. What was he doing here? I questioned.
Before I could say anything he grabbed my attention and simply said "Me, you, dicks burgers, seven o'clock Friday," and slipped a piece of paper onto the counter before walking out. I wanted to go badly, I hadn't gone on an official date in years and no one had ever taken an interest in me anyway. maybe I will go on this one, just this once.
Friday was approaching and my nerves sizzled under my skin. It was Thursday night and as always I couldn't sleep. I went the kitchen to grab a cup of milk to possibly calm my nerves.
With the click of the cap popping closed and the tapping on the top, I set the milk back in the fridge and took a sip and grabbed an apple before walking back into my room. I sat munching on my snack when I felt the food in my mouth. I shifted the pieces of apple and milk from cheek to cheek then swallowed. I could feel my teeth, slightly cold from the milk and grainy from the apple. My teeth felt loose in my mouth and I could imagine them falling out and crumbling in my hands. Swiftly walking to my bathroom I brushed them, once, twice, and one last time just in case. Starting to spend more and more time on the fact my teeth were falling out, I laid in my bed and put my headphones on and began the music, drowning out my thoughts and worries as I slowly fell asleep.
AN: Sorry if that last bit is a little disturbing. I want to thank everyone who has read and voted on the previous chapters I didn't think this would get more than five reads so thanks. I'm not sure if I will continue this story or not :/ I've been really down lately and haven't felt like writing or doing anything in general. sorry
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