You need milk for your cereal so you get up and get dressed. You just pull on something sloppy as it was just milk. You head out the door. No paparazzi. You walk over to the shop and see a black van parked outside. Shit. "Darcy!" a man shouts, running out the van. You speed walk into the shop, and he follows you in. More start to pile in.
"Are they Alex's clothes?" one laughs.
"No," you respond quietly.
"Have Arctic Monkeys been in a car crash?" one asks loudly.
You try to avoid them and walk over to the milk. You manage to run out, and avoid the bitchy comments about your outfit and how Alex was out of your league and other horrible things.
When you get home you collapse on the sofa, tears forming in your eyes. You put your head in your hands and start weeping. You feel pathetic and ugly. You tug at your stupid clothes irritably and wipe the black tears from your eyes. You couldn't cope with this every time you left the house.
