Did you know U.S suicide rates are the highest during spring? I almost helped add to the statistics but some kind of dumb luck saved me. Stopped me. Some days I hate that person for rescuing me like they did and other days I'm thankful for it.
Today was a bad day. I hadn't slept well the night before and hadn't eaten breakfast but I'd still managed to get out of the house to go Grocery shopping with my mum. I was dragging my feet through the isles and trying to find some obscure cheese. Who knows why we needed Cambozola but I was sent to find it as mum talked to a friend that had stopped her by yelling "DEBBIE" across a decently busy supermarket. I felt everyone's eyes on us and honestly took the excuse of some stupid cheese to get out of there. After what could have been three hours, ever noticed how most supermarkets and shops don't have windows? Weird right? Makes you lose track of time so the sun could have set and I'd still be wondering aimlessly around trying to find what could be the rarest cheese in the world.
Finally I found where they kept the cheese. I saw brie, cheddar, blue and every other type of basic cheese you could think of but I could not see the Cambozola. I couldn't get too close because a man was in the way. He looked like he was very intensely inspecting some Colby and I didn't want to interrupt him. After a while of me standing there awkwardly debating with myself what the best move to make was he finally turned around. He was probably a couple years older than me, maybe 21, and was a lot taller. He gave a quick smile before walking off with two large packets of colby in his hands. The only thing I noticed, apart from his brown hair, was his irregular walk. He almost limped.
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