Who am I? // Billie Eilish

Music was blasting through my speakers as my beloved car came to a stop at a Walmart parking lot near-by. Before I stepped outside I searched my car for a pair of sunglasses but the bright neon sign rudly blinded my vison.
Okay, I'm gonna confess, it wasn't the greatest idea to drive around in my not really inconspicuous looking matte-black Dodge Challenger, nor to set foot into such a public place like Walmart. So, to be at least a tiny bit subtle I had put up the hood of my giant beanie to hide my freshly dyed green roots. Great! Now my appearance just screamed hella 'weirdo'!
The only god damn reason I drove by anyways, was to see that mysterious girl again. I often saw her wandering through the ailes picking up random things and of course some Takis, which I had recommended to her the first time we had met. I'm not even gonna lie, I liked her. More specifically I liked our occasional strange chatter and I especially enjoyed that she seemed to have no clue of who I was, or at least, she didn't make it obvious.

Triggerwarnings: depression, selfharm, anxiety