Short Stories

Been a thousand places

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.

 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. . .

         After all these years, I'm surprised I'm here. All the pain, and torture I go through through this life hasn't removed me yet. I'm still alive, I'm still kicking. And yet.. It feels so wrong. The friends I had, the people who cared for me, gone. They betrayed me, the ones I used to care for. They used me, talked behind my back- and now.. they're not here with me anymore. It's fine.. It's hard to trust anyone. It takes, so much time and care for me to really warm up to just anyone. That's why it's so hard for me to make friends, and move on. I made a couple friends, better then nothing. We're always on some kind of weird, and bizarre adventure. Honestly, out of all of the places I have been, and the people I had met, this group that I have now here with me? We're together real tight, nothing will take us down as long as we have each other. We together have thought in many fights, to many to count. Each couple of battles has taken these amazing people from me, one by one for many different reasons. All until one is left.. Me.. Don't worry about me. I knew this was coming. It was going to be my turn eventually, and now it's time for me to join them. Don't worry my friends,

                                                                                        ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ . . .