{A/N: I just wanna apologise in advance for if I put my irl name instead of "Y/N" it's kind of a habit but I'll try edit it soon} [Y/N]=15 Y/o Setting: [Y/N] Waking up early in the morning before she gets ready to go to school.
[Y/N]'s point of view: You could hear the sound of birds whistling and your alarm on your phone blaring out. You read under your pillow to turn your alarm off and get out of bed to brush your teeth. Once you've brushed your teeth, you put on your makeup (fairly natural). You put on your clothes, grabbed some toast and left the house to go to school.
{time skip} As per usual, it was a normal, sad and boring day. But it wasn't going to stay that for much longer as you just got home from picking up your special tab.
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Yes bitch. Yes. You chucked some comfy clothes on
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And left your house, popped that tap into ya gob and walked to your beautiful destination.
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You sat down on the grass and stared out at the city beneath you, slowly sinking into your trip. This was your life. Lonely, numb, obsessive. He was your drug... but now he's the reason you do drugs. It's like you're lost but still losing and surviving not living. But you will carry on through this pain... you'll wait for him, survive for him and breathe as though you were working his lungs. Doing whatever it takes to stay alive for him.
