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27: "I won't wait forever."
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My head was throbbing, pressuring me until it was impossible for me to ignore the pain. I shake my head, press my palm on my eyes while running them.
"Fuck," I barely hiss through my lips and open my eyes. I wasn't in my apartment. The panic inside of me increased that I wanted to stand up but my body felt numb. Suddenly, I smelled my dad.
Shutting my eyes again because I slowly accepted being paranoid. It's confirmed. My dad would never be here, it's impossible to smell him. I cough and shook these thoughts away.
Shit, I smell him on me.
What the fuck.
I couldn't stand his smell on me and open my eyes again. The bright light blinded me for a second.
Hospital, I'm in a hospital? I could finally sit up and look around. My breath was held back in my throat when I saw my angel being asleep on an uncomfortable chair. Her long brown hair was sticking out in any direction. She was only covered in shorts and a shirt which seemed cold. So before I'd give her my blanket I saw some shit on my chest connected to some machines which scared the fuck out of me.
Slowly, I stepped to her direction and changed my mind. Sleeping on a damn chair is fucked up and I didn't want her to stay in that position. So, I throw the blanket back on the hospital bed and hoped she'd stay asleep when I pick her up.
Because we were still broken up.
She shouldn't be here. But I can't tell her to leave or let her continue to sleep in that position.
Whatever I do is ripping my heart apart.
My arms are slightly shaking and my body sent alerts for me to take my so called medicine.
Shit.
I feel my body sweating again, the panic and anxiety became worse that I started looking for my bag which was literally in front of my nose on the floor. Kneeling down as I open it to see my gun and mask, what the hell?
I barely could remember anything; why it is inside my bag? All I know for sure is that I always had at least one pack of cocaine in there.
But it was empty.
"Fuck," I cuss and became angry. Fuck this shit. I need it now. My muscles started twitching, begging me to take a little more but I had nothing here.
I scratch my arms and noticed how terrible they looked from scratching them so often. I shake my head, choosing to deal with my problems after I'd lay my angel on the bed so she could sleep in a better position.
