On Mondays

Fourth

Author's note: Okay, I found out that I'm shit at writing in that format 

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Connor drove me home last night. It was Liam who took me to his house. He said that I was in the rain and he recognized me from one of his classes and picked me up. I had passed out and he didn't have my address.

"You live here?" Connor asked, not trying to hide the disgust in his tone when he walked into my apartment that night. He insisted on coming in although I advised him against it. 

"It's all I found," I replied.

"Mara," Connor called to me.

"Hmm..."

"You need to talk to someone about this," he said.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I do not."

"Dammit Mara, it's killing you!" he said turning to face me.

"You don't know me. You don't just come and tell me what is killing me and what isn't. I'm fine!"

He sighed. "You don't have anybody left, Mara."

"Wow. Seriously? I didn't notice," I said, sacarsm rolling off my tongue.

"I care about you and I hate seeing you like this."

"You don't know me enough to care! You said it yourself that you don't want to be friends. What's in it for you huh? Your friends told you to come and talk to the freak and they'll pay you, how much? 50 bucks?" I said, throwing my hands in the air. "I would not let you make a fool of me."

"Mara, you don't believe that."

"Go home. I bet your family is waiting for you or whatever," I said.

I walked to the door and opened it for him, signalling for him to leave. I partly wanted to apologize for  accusing him of something I have no idea of but I just stood there and watched the one person I had, walk away from me.

I didn't cry myself to sleep. I stayed up trying to remember anything. 

At 12:00am, when I decided to give up, a pair of blue eyes flashed before my eyes and I sat up and whispered to myself.

"Alfie."