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My eyes fluttered open.

I wished they wouldn't.

I'm attached to multiple needles and tubes, sitting lifelessly on a old decayed mattress. My head sits on a pillow of straw. I didn't even want to be here. I shouldn't be here. 

Well done Nate. You fucked up once again. 

Urghhhhh. I wish this would all be over already, it's like God's mocking me from heaven and trust me he seems to be having a good laugh.

Scanning outside the window to the bland, bleak,  narrow hospital hallway she glides past and her eyes flicker in my direction. Confusion consumes her eyes as she takes in my battered state. She opens the door to my hell and walks in. Her skin is pale as if touched by the moon, soft and delicate, her sandy brown hair, flows down her back like a calm lake . Oh her eyes!  It was every shade of brown bleeding into one another, yet somehow it was just simply one colour.

She tentatively  smiles at me and makes her way to where I rest.

"N-N-Nathaniel? What happened to you?

 Rolling my eyes and scoffing at her, I turn my head to the other direction not bothering to spare her a glance. 

"Why do you care princess? GET OUT !" I bellow out.

Startled and panicked she flees from my room.

Rachael Collins. she goes to my High School,  everyone adores her. She's rich , happy and was born with a diamond spoon in her mouth. People like her and me don't mix. 

I'm Nathaniel Gray. I come from what you call the projects: run down houses with low lives and crack heads. The streets loves nobody and no one ever makes it out. 

Period. 


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