Harley
"Have you gotten all of your bags packed yet?" I was asked. I didn't know who asked it, all of the voices seemed to just merge together lately.
I nodded my head, pulling my sweater down around my waist.
"Listen I know you don't want to go but you have to." I once again nodded at the voice as a tear slipped down my face.
"Don't cry Harley. You've had a good life, and it's going to get better now. This is an opportunity." I was told.
"Ya what a great fucking opportunity!" I yelled as I slammed the door behind me and climbed into the beat up cab.
