Please don't leave this house, I don't like darkness
I don't wanna see you out, I don't like darkness
Hate it when I close my eyes, I don't like darkness
And I don't wanna go outside, I don't like darkness
I don't like, ooh, I don't like darkness
I don't like, ooh, I don't like darkness
I don't like, ooh, I don't like darkness
I don't like, ooh, I don't like darknessGreat.
Mitchel once again has been ignoring my calls and texts.
Only person who has been texting me is Andi, I don't want to talk to her.
She's hogging all of Mitty's attention and I want it all.
But how?
I sigh, walking to the kitchen pulling down my oversize shirt, I open the fridge, grabbing the milk I open it, putting it to my mouth I smell a foul stench coming from the container.
Ew. Turning over the container the expiration date was half a week ago.
Walking to the trashcan I open it getting ready to trash it, but I stop an idea coming to my head.
If I want Mitty's attention, I have to snatch it back.
I look at the jug my heart racing, I take a deep breath close my eyes and without hesitation I brought the jug to my lips and chugged it, the whole thing, feeling the chumps of spoiled milk go down my throat.
Dropping the jug I race to the sink, hurling up every bit of milk then some.
After what seemed forever of me puking I finish wiping my mouth with the back of my sweater sleeve.
Turning around, the jug catches my eye and I feel everything coming up again, I'm back at the sink puking again.
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"Mitchel, something's wrong, I've been puking all day, and I don't know something feels off, can you come over?"
Static was on the other side for a few seconds then his worried voice speaks. "Yeah, we're on our way back from Arizona we'll stop by on our way home."
"No." I said.
"Huh?" He asked confused.
"Come. Here, Alone. " I said.
"Ange-" he started.
I cut him off. "Please." I said in a baby voice.
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