Friday pt3

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"What does that mean?" I asked myself as I walked home alone. "Hey bat!" Sophia called. I knew what was about to happen. Usually I'd start running by now, but this time I just stopped walking. I slowly turned around with cold, emotionless and empty eyes. They started running towards me. I stood still. For some reason they like to attack me on Fridays. I don't mind today.

Today I was fine with being beat to a bloody pulp. Yesterday I would have started running a long time ago, but today I was okay for walking home all bloody and bruised. Tomorrow, I will be okay with it. I will be okay with watching my life flash before my eyes for the hundredth time. It won't bother me anymore, because tomorrow I might relive my past and see all the things I did wrong. Every last mistake. Tomorrow, I will be fine with just barley making it out alive. It will most likely disappoint me if tomorrow I am saved once again by some person who lives on the street. But I can not predict the future, so I don't know what will happen tomorrow.

Sophia and her friends take longer than I realized. How could I have never escaped them? How could they always find me and catch up? I'm standing there for what feels like eternity, but it was only probably 5 minutes. I come back to reality as I'm punched to the ground.

This time I didn't have tears streaming down. This time I didn't have to remind myself to breath or blink. This time I didn't have to tell myself 'be strong' every five seconds. This time was much different.

    (A/N)

Okay yeah I know this was short but I tried. Also the writing kinda different since I'm using this thing instead of the normal thingy. If you've read my other chapters then you should see a difference. Plus I wanted to post a chapter today since I knew I was gonna have writers block soon. I don't have it yet but.....
YEAH!

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