happy birthday vernon, dk, and j-hope!
I am currently walking through the busy streets of New York City. I'm really paying attention to anything around me though, my mind is on something far more important. I keep replaying what I just did. I don't understand why things had to get to that point. They deserved it. They were horrible to you. You should've left as soon as you turned 18. They should've treated you better. Thought keep spinning around my head, trying to justify leaving the people who raised me for my whole life. Sure, they cared for you physically, like when it came to school, food, clothing... but they couldn't give two shits about you otherwise... Your mom doesn't even begin to care about your feelings, or your presence, whatsoever. All she does is sit on Facebook... she never even notices you anymore. It's totally fine that you left.
Trying to reason with myself, I stop paying attention to 100% of my surroundings. I stop knowing where I'm going, what I'm trying to do, things like that. I don't realize how many people are bumping into me, cursing me for walking too slowly. I can't stop thinking about how unhappy I was with the people who gave me life. All they ever did was stress me out. My brothers didn't help me out, either. You'd think, two brothers would protect their only sister, but no. They made me feel worse than anyone ever could. They made my life a living hell. I got in trouble all the time, for no reason. My mom took my door off its hinges once because I forgot to grab my lunch for school. I'm basically the only one to get in trouble, and I was literally the best child in that household. I cleaned the entire house, including my brothers rooms. Why do I always attract the worst people in my life?
So lost in thought, I don't realize that someone walk the opposite direction as me is walking toward me. He didn't realize either. I only come back to reality when I feel a hot liquid cover my torso, followed by a strong impact, force me to the ground. That strong force turned out to be a boy. His face was very close to mine, and it was a rather awkward situation. Great, everything's just getting so much better... The boy looks at me, blushing shyly. His embarrassment spreads to me, and before I know it I'm blushing too.
"Oh my God... I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention, I was on my phone. This is all my fault... I'm so sorry." The boy says, still on top of me.
"Oh, uh... it's okay. Really, I'm fine. It was my fault too. I was really deep in thought." I reply. Still blushing, I look up at the boy above me. "Um, do you mind.. uh...?"
"Um, yeah... Sorry. Yep. I'll get up now. Oops..." He laughs at himself, clearly embarrassed by this situation. He gets off of me, and offers a hand to me. "Here, let me at least help you up."
"Thanks..." I reply, grabbing his hand. He pulls me up quickly. I look down at my shirt, covered in coffee, I think. Luckily, my shirt isn't white, so nothing really shows.
"I'm really sorry for spilling my hot chocolate on you." He says. "I can get you a new shirt. Those stains don't really come out..."
"No, no. It's okay. You don't have to do that. It's just a shirt. It's not that big of a deal." The boy looks at me with an odd look. Surprised or relieved? It's hard to tell.
"Are you sure? I really don't mind." When he says that, I don't know why, but I start to tear up. Not a lot. I mean, I don't think I'm tearing up that much... "Are you okay? Did I say something?"
"No. I'm just going through some stuff right now. It has nothing to do with this, I swear."
"Okay. Is there anything I can do to help? I don't want you to be upset. I'm Vernon, by the way." He says softly. I shake my head, afraid that I'm going to have a mental breakdown in front of a boy I just met, if I say anything. "Okay, so.. just... um... just take some deep breaths... Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale." I listen to Vernon and I am able to calm down.
