I unlock the door. "At least, I got a home on my own, away from those bastards of parents", I thought. I close and lock the door, pulling out a cig. I light it with my lighter. "I was involved in bad stuff, and she was shoved into it", I regret it now. All that gang stuff. I just want to forget.. I close my eyes, taking a long puff. After a moment, I open my eyes, seeing you standing in front of me. I stare and mutter. Hallucinating again... Do I ignore it? Or go visit my psychologist?
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