it’ll be like ripping off a plaster
fast and (hopefully) only slightly painful
bag
you’ve got this in the bag
best friend
for the sake of my best friend I followed her in… cautiously
it cuts deep
deeper than any knife ever could
it seeps into your bones
and leaves you feeling numb
survival
becomes impossible but necessary
she watched in fascination
as I struggled to be set free
a lot of terrible things happen in this world
the good and bad are merely fragments of our memories, mentally categorised so we are able to rank them and eventually seek them out
I shudder
at the thought of the cold memory I still possessed
I reach in the front of my bag
feeling the crease of fabric where my phone sits
the clock above the fire place
brings me back to reality
chaos
rang loud and clear
bag in hand
I make my way to the bathroom, needing some time alone
a broken girl
fighting her way out of this madness
I ran
as fast as my legs could take me
I hear the grunting of my follower
bouncing off of the street walls, taunting me
he growled
making his anger prominent
theres a reason
why buried things should stay buried
palpitations
were all I felt in this moment of time
he stood before me
with his obsidian eyes and charming smile, what did he expect
he made it clear to me
what a rotten personality
early morning shifts
on a Monday should not exist
alarm
shrilling noise
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut
grasping the last ounce of rest I could concur up
I waved my arm around
looking for the alarm clock before slamming it down onto the snooze button
I sat up properly
letting out an exasperated yawn before dwindling over to the light switch
her hair smelled like roses
and her eyes full of wisdom
she possessed the ability to bring me
out of my darkness of which I had previously been swallowed up by to the point of no return
we were known as
the golden trio
