Sept 2nd, late evening/night
*sitting in some dark narrow alley, throwing rocks at the opposite wall; mumbles under her breath, barely audible* Every fucking time... I still fall for it. I think, 'this time it'll be different' 'this guy actually cares.' But I'm wrong... they never really care. Just take what they want and throw out the trash...
*let's her head fall back against the wall, looking up at the clouds and light rain; thinking now, rather than saying it anymore* How many people did I kill for that guy...? I was so sure this time... what have I done? *looks down at her hands, as if she can still see the blood there, even though it is clearly only dirt*
*let's her head fall back against the wall, looking up at the clouds and light rain; thinking now, rather than saying it anymore* How many people did I kill for that guy...? I was so sure this time... what have I done? *looks down at her hands, as if she can still see the blood there, even though it is clearly only dirt*