"so you really just wanted to take me home?"
"yup."
"oh." twiddles with fingers, looking down at her hand.
"see you at school tomorrow?"
"sure."
"bye."
"bye." closes door plopping on couch turning on the tv. opens fridge, and finds the apple laying there. her stomach churns and she closes the door going back to the couch.
to: andrea
from: unknown number
Why didn't you eat the apple yesterday?
to: unknown number
from: andrea
I was mad at nash.
to: andrea
from: unknown number
You said you weren't.
to: unknown number
from: andrea
I lied.
to: andrea
from: unknown number
Just pick up the apple and,
take at least one bite.
to: unknown number
from: andrea
Tomorrow.
to: andrea
from: unknown number
I won't know if you'll be alive for me to see you then.
her eyes widen as her step-dad walks through the door, earlier then usual. looking tired yet angry was always so bad for her. He's drunk.
to: unknown number
from: andrea
Neither will I.
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
