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Chapter 3

    I realized while looking through the aisles at Walmart, that I really need to begin thinking about what I'm going to do about my living situation. As much as I would like to, I can't stay at Hunter's house forever. I mean, I guess you could say we are in a relationship, but I'm not completely sure if we are a "thing" as of right now.

    I guess I could talk to my aunt too see if she could help me out, but I don't want to be there and then have my aunt invite my mom over. That would be disastrous.

    I start to reach for a box of macaroni and cheese when I hear an awfully familiar voice. I pause mid-reach to listen.

"-think that it is really low quality. I would much rather get one at target." My heart rate skyrockets and I stop breathing altogether when I realize who it is.

   I shove a couple of boxes into my cart and start speed-walking down the way I came when, at the very last-minute I see a cart turning me corner. I stop as soon as I see the cart but it is too late.         I ram into the front corner and almost send it tumbling.

"What the literal fuck is your problem?!? My mother screams before even taking a look to see who she's talking to. She leans over her cart to look around the corner. Once she sees me she gets this giddy smirk on her face.

"Oh, look who it is! It's runaway bitch!" I glare at her as she laughs.

"You aren't intimidating. Not at all." She looks into my cart and.smiles.

"Where are you getting the money to buy this junk? You didn't seriously get a job? I thought you were a street rat, that's why I kicked you out."

"We'll, contrary to popular belief, I did actually get a job. I don't need to depend upon my husband to give me all the money I want." I say coldy. I watch the smirk melt off her face.

"Go back to your box on the street. You don't need another one, so I don't understand why you are here." I roll my eyes as she walks away. I lean to look at where she went but I only see the heel of her shoe as she disappears into another aisle.

    I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I dragged myself to the checkout, already exhausted from seeing her. Why does she act like this around me? I don't understand what I did, or if it was even me at all. I wish I could help her.

    I've realized over the years that I'm a lot better at helping others than I am helping myself. When everyone first found out about my depression I became a huge ball of rage. I was so angry with everything. I was doing perfectly fine in my own little world and someone had to go and ruin it.
See? You let things out, it bites you in the ass. I've told you not to trust anyone, but who didn't listen.
    My hands fly up to my ears to block out Deb. As I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Just shut up! Please! I don't want to talk to you!" I started crying and everything started tilting, I half expected everything to fall off the shelves.

    But you know I'm right! No one wants you here. Not even Hunter. He is just told sensitive to tell you the truth. Everyone is afraid of you, they thing you are a grenade. That's why no one likes you, and why your mom threw you out like the garbage you are.
    I start screaming at the highest pitch and my voice starts cracking as I begin to loose it. I catch a glance at my cashier and she looks absolutely terrified.

    See? This is what you cause. You ruin everything, not to mention everyone. She might as we'll be scarred from seeing you.
    And then she will go home and tell everyone about you and everyone will now you are insane and try to stone you like the devil. Or they will lock you in a looney-house.
    Annie joins in on the conversation and I collapse to the floor, still screaming. I feel the tears streaming down my face. Everyone around me is completely still with shock. I see the lines painted on the floor start to squirm from their original positions and slither like a snake towards my feet.

    I start kicking my feet and scrambling across the floor, frantically trying to stand. I get to my feet and start sprinting across the store, looking for Chloe or Hope.
    Those flowers will kill you, stay away.
     I look up from the floor to see I'm surrounded by flowers and I turn around to run and I see the floor snakes coming towards me. I begin to scream but I get cut off as I black out.

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If you haven't caught on yet, Micayla obviously has schizophrenia. The words that are italicized come from one of her 'people' named Deb and the italicized and bolded come from another 'person's named Annie.
But sorry this chapter was also a but shorter, while I'm writing it feels like I'm writing more than I really am. Probably because I get so involved in the story xD
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