POV: Kimberly Ann
As soon as that guy leaves you slam the door and smack yourself in the face, feeling guilty. Why were you so mean to that guy? All he wanted to do was compliment you... And he was kinda cute. No stop thinking that way. He was really creepy, he followed you to this shitty motel, and he did stare you. Who the fuck even does that?? What a creep, but you feel terrible. You walk over to the bed and start to unpack your suitcase. You were kicked you of you parent's house, and you packed all of your belongings. Shirts, turtle necks, black and grey jeans. You sigh, how are you going to get through? You pull out a small box and open it up. This is no ordinary box. This box has a lot of meaning to you. Your father gave it to you when you were a young child, before he was deployed to fight in a war that he would soon never come home from.
You rummage around through the contents of your box. Pictures of you and you father, his class ring. You tear up and close the box, setting it on the bed stand. Fuck this, fuck emotions! You are a grown ass woman and you are crying over something that happened many years ago?! No, knock it off. You better fucking stop acting like a child, you are so much better than that. You had to grow up a long time ago.
"Oh fuck it." You huff and push your shit off the bed and lie down. You could use a good night's sleep, even though it's late in the afternoon. You put your head phones in and close your eyes. Slowly, but surely, you fall asleep.
((Sorry it is so short >_< But there is more to be continued...))
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Not Remembering in The Morning
Mystery / ThrillerShe wakes up with the metalic taste of blood in her mouth. She can't move. The smell of the room was so terrible, that she was going to puke. She wants to scream and get away, but she can't. She wants to kill the man that kidnapped her, but she is f...
