SURVIVOR

//Crimson Paint//

He left it as that, getting up and jumped out of the window leaving me to my drunken thoughts.

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The next morning...

At first when I woke up that morning after Jeff and I's little talk I thought it was just a dream, but the small little letters in my arm would say otherwise.

"JTK <3"

My hangover made my headache worse, I could barely see anything other than the mixed colors that made up my room.

My eyes squinted at the letters as I raised my arm above myself, once I made them out I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I lazily brought my hand up to my opposite arm and traced the letters with my index finger, feeling the rough but sensitive flesh against the tip of my finger.

"Motherfucker." I hissed under my breath, pushing myself off of my bed I headed to my door at the smell of (fav breakfast) cooking down stairs.

The wooden steps felt cold on my bare feet, making me quicken my pace to the kitchen.

"Y/n? Can you run to the market after your done eating? Also feel free to stop by the arts and crafts store, I know you like getting yourself presents." Mom interrupted me when I had just sat down at the table and began eating, she slid a twenty five dollar bill next to my plate as a warm smile was placed on her tired face.

"Sure." I mumbled, pushing my plate away deciding I was done with food for the day.

I only had a f/c tank top on and jeans, but that would be fine.

Everything was moving so fast, one minute I was stuffing the cash into my back pocket in the drive way to where I was already on my bike about a block away from the arts and crafts store with two grocery bags on my bikes stearing wheels.

I pulled to the side of the shop and leaned my bike against the brick wall, in the direct gaze of the sun.

"Shit." I muttered, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand as I jumped up to the walk way that led to the entrance. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my left over change, holding it tight in my palm as I entered the air conditioned small business.

"Hello! What are you looking for today?" I heard a cheery voice call out, coming out of thought I looked up to see a brunette woman coming up to me. "Um, I don't know, just stuff I guess." I chuckled, you know whenever you're in class and you space out? Dehydrated? And then someone just talks to you?

And your like, the fuck?

Well that was what we were like in those moments.

"Oh, well, have a good time." She smiled, scratching the back of her neck and walked off.
I furrowed my eyebrows, and continued walking towards the arts and crafts isle.

Pulling one of my straps back up, I began searching for some paint colors I ran out of.
The bees came back, making my headache worsen while I began to hear different voices around me. All calling my name, calling me a monster.

Magenta

Maroon

Sky blue

Crimson red

I stopped at that paint bottle, straightening my posture a bit as I looked it over in thought.

"Hey, do you know where the marker isle is? I can't seem to find any." I heard a masculine voice ask besides me, it was soft. This made me take a step back from the brands I was looking at, to meet the gaze of a man. He had a vintage dark green jacket on, brown jeans while his black hair was neatly combed. His black eyes met with mine, something panged in my heart.