luke;;
her tiny body drinkingly stumbles with a loose grip on my wrist. she lightly drags me down countless streets and dark alleyways with the intention of force on her grip but fails miserably.
she stops and looks up at my through her glassy eyes and dark smudged makeup.
'isn't it fucking wonderful'
'no. isn't it fucking amazing? someone can just be here one second and not the next. or they were never there all along but no one fucking cared. isn't that fucking sick luke?'
'i think we should get you home' i try to calmly say whilst going to grab her hand, which she swiftly smacks away.
'no fuck off luke answer me!'
'i care' i whisper
'do. not. lie to me'
'i'm not, talk to me. i'll show you. '
