At a nightclub there is woman sitting by herself as she drinks shots. A man sits next to her at the bar. He calls bartender for a drink. A cup gets placed down infront of him and he takes a sip and swirls the alcohol around while asks a question to the woman next to him.
"So. What's your story, huh."
The woman turns her head to him showing a massive scar on her eyebrow, over her eye and continuing down her neck. Her hair once a fiery red like flames is now a tangled mess and greasy. Her dull eyes that had once shined hope now fills with exhaustion. Bags under her eyes shows she hasn't gotten even a wink of sleep for days, prehaps even weeks. Even looking at the women once, one can tell that she had been through hell and back.
She smiles sadly at the man and says, "My story won't matter. It will only be a matter of time before I am gone."
The man sips from his cup and responds with, "Surely there is something you want to say before you go. I mean isn't there something you want people to remember of you?"
Even though he may have been hinting to her to say something of her past. She says something else he wasn't expecting.
"Yeah."
He turns to her to pay full attention to her.
"Well. What is it?"
She finishes her shot and said.
"We all have monsters inside of us."
She looks at the clock and stands up while saying.
"Well. It seems that my time here is up. Farewell stranger."
As soon as she had walked right out of the door, that was when she was never found again. Like she had vanished off the Earth like a ghost.
************************************ Sorry everyone for the late story I will be working a lot more on these stories. That I will definitely promise.
~Butterlink 😊
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