finally, my hand reaches the door handle. not owned by myself, another hand slips onto my car.
"what the fuck do you want.." i say. turning around, instant regret fills my face.
it's an elder cashier asking if i needed help. "i'm sorry.." i gulp.
"don't worry about it love" she smiled sweetly. "i'm alright by the way"
"okay sweetie" she walks away slowly.
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my butt hits the soft leather seat. "fuck.." i whisper.
nothing can make this day worse. absolutely nothing.
i repeatedly hit my head on the steering wheel, causing a cacophony of beeps.
the last beep lasting longer than the others.
i feel like sitting here.. and never leaving. why does life have to be so complicated?
why can't it just go right? it does for everyone else.
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my mind is full of multiple versions of just one thing, ethan.
why did i feel the way i did when i saw him?
i don't remember feeling that way all those 6 years ago..
in fact, i hated him. i fucking despised of that bitch.
*flashback*
i lay in the dark room i'm now convinced is my home.
my hands are tied with only one carefully wrapped rope.
i'm almost completely sure my hands are red, and covered in rope burn.
i'm like a fucking dog. that's all i am to him.
i'm not saying i want to be anything more.
well, at least i don't think i do.
*end of flashback*
i feel as though my eyelids gain weight and my mind erases as i drift off to sleep.
goodnight world.. goodnight ethan..
