'Jenny are you there?'
That's my best friend debbie. She knows about my son and my husband. She's making sure i'm still alive and making sure that I havent lost my mind yet. At Least one of us is. Either way i'm already wasted on alcohol. So she's getting the drunk version of me.
I got off the floor and opened the door. She looked at me for a few moments. I'm a hundred percent sure I look very wasted. My hair is all messed up and i'm wearing the same clothing as yesterday.
'You look awful.'
'Won't you come in?' I said
'How are you holding up.'
'How do you think i'm doing?'
'How are you feeling?'
'I feel awful. This has the worst month of my whole. I have lost anything that ever matter to me. I cant start over.'
'Look I don't know what I would do in this situation. But no matter what happens I will be there for me.'
'Thanks.'
She comes over and gave me a hug. We talked for another hour then she left. I finished the bottle of alcohol and rushed to bed. Why am I suffering though this? Why can't I be happy? This would be so much easier if I was someone else. I wish I was someone. Then I Fell asleep.
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The New Me
General FictionJenny is an woman who lost her son and her husband within a month. She is depressed and wishes she could just start all over again. One day, she wakes up in a different bedroom and a different body. She becomes Grant, a 17 year old teenage boy. F...
