Awake. I wake up to fur at my feet. Mentally cursing at my parents, I push the dog off my bed. I slightly feel bad after hearing it whimper, but continue my way to the bathroom. Not ready to take on today, I prolong my bathroom trip.
Upon hearing footsteps, I hurry to my room. I'm not in the mood for a talk, and just want a drink though I just woke up. Scurrying into my room, I lift my head at the sound of clicks on my wooden floor. Breathing heavily, I lift the dog, place it outside of my room, and close my door, rougher than necessary.
Picking out random clothes, I get changed. Black jeans, olive green hoodie with a plain white shirt under, and vans. I grab my bus pass and a twenty, then deciding to grab up another just in case, I stealthily head outside.
Making my way to the bus stop, while cursing my mother for taking away my car, I spot the blue transport making its way closer and speed up my pace. As the public vehicle rolls to a stop ahead, I glide my card over the scanner and take a seat.
With nowhere in mind to go, I just watch people get on and off until I find a stop that interest me. Seeing the plaza up ahead I decide to get off, pulling the yellow cord above me to request a stop, I exit the bus.
As I walk I see a restaurant ahead. It's packed and I don't want to wait, forty dollars probably wouldn't have been enough anyway.
I walk further, and see a diner. Walking in it's not that busy, only a couple tables filled. I take a seat and wait for about ten minutes before someone comes.
"What can I get you to drink" the girl says
"Sweet tea" I respond not looking up
"What, no vodka today?" She questions
I look up at her finally. She's pretty, beautiful actually, but I take no time to relish in her looks as I'm confused by her statement. "What?" I ask
"You don't remember me, huh." She doesn't say it as a question but as a statement. "Well you were pretty fucked up when we first met."
"When have we met?" I'm rather confused
"John Wallace's party two nights ago. I drove you home."
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3/23/19
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When I'm Dead
Short Story"Some people think pain is only physical, but nothing can compare to the mental pain or the emotional pain. The pain where you feel your body shut down. The salty tears burning your eyes, the lump that's stuck in your throat from trying to hold back...
