Pain.
Pain rushes up from my knuckles as I punch a brick wall.
Trying to get all my anger and sadness out.
I cry in frustration as a squat down and run my fingers through my hair and stop to grab a chunk of hair.
I hear the rain trickling down as I'm alone in this dark alley.
My knuckles are bleeding and already bruising.
I hear footsteps walking closer and I crawl over behind a dumpster, putting my hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs.
Only 5 words running through my mind.
"How did I get here?"
The person comes closer.
"Hello?" The person yells out.
I hide myself behind a bit more, praying that they don't see me.
They had a kind of deep voice.
The person started walking away while mumbling something.
As soon as I see them gone, I get up from my spot and wipe my eyes.
I walk out and start walking towards the gas station.
It's a late rainy Friday night, so I have to be cautious of drunk teenagers.
What was I doing in a dark alley in the first place? Well, I had a boyfriend, and had a bestfriend. I was on my way to my boyfriends as it's our Friday date night, i unlocked the door as I have spare key, but I heard strange noises, I walked over to the bedroom and caught him with my 'bestfriend'.
I couldn't handle it and I ran out, running as fast as I could until I found the alley way to rest.
I still can't believe it, they were all I had left.
I enter the gas station and clear my thoughts. The bell rings as I enter alerting the cashier that I have entered.
I got a big can of energy drink and went to the counter.
"Anything else ma'am?" He asks.
I didn't know if I could talk, if I did I would just burst out crying, so I pointed to a packet of cigarettes. He went over and scanned them.
"$22.95" I hand him the money and leave.
I walk to a park, I flip the swing over so the seat wouldn't be wet anymore, and sit on the swing. The rain started coming down harder but I didn't care.
I open my cigarette packet and put one in my mouth.
I take out my lighter, cuffing my hand above it to protect the flame, but nothing is coming out
"Come on" I mutter angrily as my lighter is not working.
I keep clicking it down but it just won't come out.
"Fuck" I say as throw the lighter on the ground pissed off.
Then I see a pair of hands in front of me, holding a lit lighter.
I put my head over near it, holding my hair back and lighting my cigarette.
"Thanks" I say lowly.
They take the swing next to me and light themselves as cigarette.
"What are you doing out at this time?" The person asks.
I almost choked on my smoke.
That's the voice from the alley.
