4.) By The Fire Side

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" We can be so hollow
Like my rib cage, the echoes follow
Follow me like the fears I swallow
And drown in all my mistakes
All I know is if my skin bled
Like the ink dripped from my pen
My bed will be drenched in a scarlet rose red
And drown in all my mistakes."

CHAPTER FOUR
The next day. 9:00a.m.

"Paisley. Wake up... wake up Paisley."

My eyes flash open and the light burns them. I lift my head off the table and rub my eyes. I look and see Bryson sitting in front of me.

"Didn't get enough sleep?"

I shake my head. "Not at all." I take a sip of my still steaming hot coffee.

"How long have you been here?" He asks.

I shrug. "What time is it?" I yawn.

He glances down at his watch, "Nine O'clock."

"Oh, I got here around eight."

He grabs my chin and moves my head gently to the side. "What happened to your eye?" He inquires.

"My eye? I poked myself in the eye on accident."

"That looks worse than a poke yourself in the eye kinda thing." He runs his fingers through his hair.

"One coffee for the handsome young man!" Josie chirps and places a fresh, hot cup of coffee in front of Bryson.

"Thanks Josie."

She smiles and walks over to another table.

"Something tells me you didn't poke yourself in the eye."

"Oh? But I did." I assure him.

Wesley sits next to me, causing me to scoot towards the window. "Hey guys."

"Hi." I mumble.

Josie yanks Wesley's joint out of his mouth and drops it in a cup of water. "Wesley, what did I tell you about smoking a doobie in my Diner?"

He shrugs and flips his dark hair away from his eyes. "I don't know, I don't recall you telling me not too."

Josie chuckles. "Don't be such a smart ass." Josie turns to me as I chug down the last bit of my coffee. "Would you like a fourth refill?"

I nod, "Please."

"Can I get y'all anything to eat?"

"Yeah, I'll take your Grand Scrambler." Bryson tells her.

"I'll take a cup of coffee and your bacon, ham, and cheese omelet." Wesley says.

"Would you like anything Paisley?"

"Sure, I'll take the same omelet, please."

"Alrighty! Two bacon omelets and a grand scrambler coming right up, do you know if Hunter will be joining?"

Wesley nods and takes a sip of water, "Yeah, just order him the monster mess."

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