LMPYITP: The Random Passages

"I'm inside my head now and it's where I [shouldn't] be."

Author's Note:

I ended up having time to write this tonight. Hope you like it! Thanks again for reading!

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The sky was that bright shade of pink as the sun started to wake up. The park was nice and quiet since it was too early for people to be out. They were probably all still in bed.

Hang on a minute.

It was Sunday. The fuck was I doing running on a Sunday? Sunday was a day of rest. I tried to run at least six days a week, leaving Sunday open for chilling out...with her preferably.

But she weren't there.

She'd gone. Left for Melbourne and never came back. Well, maybe she came back. But not to me.

She supposedly came back long enough to write that letter and get the ball rolling on divorce proceedings. It couldn't be true. It had to be a dream.

A bad dream.

A fucking nightmare.

I don't know how I got to the park. Or why I was there. I mean, I knew I was there to run but why Sunday? Had I skipped a day or summat?

I was getting better at keeping a schedule. 'Cuz she fucking made me. She had that book all done up for me. What the fuck was I gonna do now she was gone?

Running was at six AM. I'd leave her sound asleep in bed while I went out. Sometimes I'd get held up watching her. She always looked so peaceful laying there. There were times when I just wanted to say fuck it and crawl back in beside her but I never did. I fucking should've. Just wrapped myself around her so she'd be safe. So she'd know how much I cared about her.

And that I didn't want to lose her.

Made me think of that fucking Beatles' song. I normally wouldn't slag the Beatles off but I was so fucking pissed about everything, I couldn't help it.

The park was empty. It was so fucking early though. There were still dew on the grass. I kind of liked being alone. Here anyway. Home was a different story.

Why wouldn't she answer her fucking phone? When Pat rang her she picked up but...she wouldn't answer his questions.

Or talk to me. He put his fucking hand up to hold me back. 'Cuz he was afraid she might hang up if she knew I was in the room.

Why wouldn't she fucking talk to me?

I was too pissed to run now. Thought about doing jumping jacks. Just fucking bounce around...or punch a fucking wall. I wanted to fucking scream. My head was pounding with thoughts trying to sort it all out. Figure out why the fuck she left.

It was probably a good thing no one was around to see me flipping out. I tried to keep a hold of me self but I could only do so much.

I started walking on the path hoping it'd calm me down.

It did for a bit.

Until I heard someone talking.

"So this is it then? You're done."

"Yep."

"It's probably for the better." He said. "He don't deserve you. He's a fuckin' cunt."