𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 [𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓] DISCONTINUED

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(Y/N Bloom's P.O.V.)

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I'm not a social type of person, I will rather be alone than to be with someone, I mean do we all? Solidarity is actually my goal.

The sad part about my life is that my mother died while she gives birth to me, My father found out about it in a split second since he's there with her. He hated me since then, He got drunk and shout profanities at me whenever we crossed paths, He never loved me, Never treated me like his own daughter, but he treated me like I'm nothing he doesn't talk about me he would probably say he's 'single and ready to mingle'. Best dad of the decade.

He got home drunk one night, I was sitting on the sofa studying, Once he saw me he swings me around the room hitting me hard on the wall, I was traumatized that night, I cried and cried wanting the pain to stop but crying your eyes out won't do any change.

The pain became one with me- I always wake up as if something's gonna happens, or let anxiety take the wheel.

My father left me and was never seen. And from that, I was adopted by my grandparents until 15 but then they died they were like my father as well, cold-hearted old people but I still thank them that they raise me. I became an independent woman, and that's the reason why I like to be alone because I get used to it. I usually go with the flow with others so they don't notice that I'm a big mess. I dreamt once, that maybe someone will catch me when I have my breakdowns or help me clean my mess.

I got a sister, she's adopted, she got herself into a car crash with her 17-year-old friend, I still can't believe that an 8-year-old girl can hang out with people who are 9 years gap from her she was mature and she can handle herself.

I'm already 19, I stopped school since it's just a waste of 8 hours.

I live in a homey apartment, It was nice and enough to live in, It's enough for me, I work in a little café, cliché isn't it? 6 blocks from my apartment and had enough money for food and my needs.

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As I woke up from my slumber, My stomach growl as it mumbles something to me.

"I already ate yesterday" I mumbled to myself and stood up. I open the fridge and took milk and cereal, I place it in a white bowl and began eating.

Sometimes when I eat, I always wonder what my life would be in other dimensions, There would be a dimension that I didn't exist or I might be rich and have a complete family.

"That's enough, Better get ready for work" I stood up, placing my dish on the sink and walk to the bathroom, and took a warm shower.

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Opening the door, I glance at Martin as he cleans the tables, I gave him a smile he reiterated the action and continued to wipe the tables.

"Hey Martin, What's new?" I asked, throwing my bag in the staff room.

"As usual, Nothing," He said as he sprayed soap with water on the counter and wipe it away leaving a stainless shiny counter.

We waited for about three hours but not one figure nor a shadow stopped by to try our delicious coffee. I almost fell asleep but the door of the café opened, I quickly snapped my eyes open and put on that 'plastic' smile. I gaze at the costumer.