"Here's your exit card." A different girl at the front desk said while handing me a card.
"Thanks." I growled at her.
She gave me a bitchy smile and organized a pile of papers.
"Now, I can sit back, relax, and watch re-runs of Jersey Shore." I mumbled happily.
With what TV? With what couch!? With what HOUSE?
This sucks and I smell like shit. I need a bath. In the public bathroom or something. Now to find one.
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I walk the streets alone, wondering, what went wrong.
Maybe me leaving in the first place.
Maybe me spending all the money I had on beer.
Maybe me hanging out with a bunch of alcoholic druggies.
Maybe me selling myself.
Maybe me telling off my mom.
Maybe me ever being born.
I should kill myself.
No.
I walk the streets alone.
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I come up to a park bathroom with a long line of kids trailing into it.
"Might as well wait."
So I wait.
Until I hear screaming.
Loud screaming and I see kids running, scattering away from the bathroom. I see mom's calling them back. I see cars getting started. And I don't even wonder why.
I just take steps towards the bathroom.
I need a shower.
Hey, I'm going to die anyway, so... who cares. Once upon a time I would care.
I open the bathroom and get flushed with a bright red reflection coming off the mirrors. Blood. I hear a loud cry coming from a stall.
"No! No! No! God please. Please." It was a girl. But I couldn't see her face. I went around the bend and saw Mom.
"Mom. Mom!!!" I cried silently and got on my hands and knees. Blood went all over them, but I don't care.
"Who are you?" I heard a sniffle and a squeak. On the floor I see a woman (mom) with her head all bloody. A gun was propped softly in her hand.
Why would she kill herself?
I cocked my head to the side.
A little girl was there. She looked exactly like the girl in the portrait on Mom's desk. She looked maybe 11.
"You're her daughter. I'm her real daughter." I told her.
"Can you please help me. Please." She pleaded.
"I-I can't."
"Why!" She screamed crying a little. Letting the blood strum through her fingers.
"Because." I say while getting up and leaving the bathroom.
"Bitch!" I hear from the bathroom. I see the girl getting up and giving me a glare. "You are no daughter."
But I kept on going.
Keep on moving.
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Mystery / ThrillerThis story is about a girl named Olivia who attempts running away one night but surrenders and goes back home. But instead of embracing her dad when she gets home, she finds her house burnt down. She is then accused of killing her father in the fire...
