HER LAST BREATH

DAYS

the last brid

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last breath, s

bony hair and with on

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her pretty face. She has flowing long blonde hair, circular brown eyes and a bright killer smile, plus she wear

ha

roast chicken, ready to do whatever disgusting stuff they always did and Lord, I

shouldn't have, I was scarred

two bags in my hands, then twisted the door knob open. Walking into the sitting room I find M

rally, the trous

wors

kins; they are rubbing against each other in some yucky disgusting way that se

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big instead It's pink and thin like a scrawly sausage and swollen with some semen. I see his

tattoo on

ke love, I

at's a line from Christian grey 'The

ud, and he hops off her

avoid that kind of trauma, I remove my glasses standing up fro

waist. Her voice sounds loud and high-pitched, you know, like a musical. T

I look at her signa

PRIV

the trash out and do the laundry on your way out!" She blinks

nce the beginning of this year and guess what love... It's April!" Is what I should have said, but instead I nodded, went to

heading out when I m

and if you want one, guess what? You can

ed to say, but ins

to do your l

, the trash really stinks!"

asket and head

are such a D

care!)" I said in Spanish

a Darling when I am lite

e fact I am a bit of a pushover' you know what?... Scratch that, I am a massive pushover but in my defe

inside for the trash. Meg my roommate is taking a shower and apparently getting all cleaned up for her 'Douche' at least that'

ould've been a great identification tag and

g my part and obstructing my way. His hands ar

king the trash o

k ass boobs but hey, I can't keep eating burgers all day. I want some Gazpacho cause you know...you are S

all him 'douche' and 'jerk.' He is a typical guy, you

s your gir

girl. I've been playing wit

dge, squeezing myself under hi

e. Slowly, I lift the black trash bag, throwing it in. I place in the recyclables which are mostly pl

oul mood. By 'my bitch' I mean my period. The pain conquers my st

nience store. It's big, rough and black, the way I like it. It's a Jeep Grand Cherokee, ju

through all the brands of sanitary pads until I find mine. I pick up three packs of my blue angel tossing it into the basket I picked up nearby. Next I move to the painkil

back, r

at her

iends. Not because I don't need them but because I am too scared to talk to them and when they actually tal

ary life you

ning out of my face because of my cramps. She draws closer t

omfortable with the 'red talk

d and teary; "My boyfriend d

ho

eyes at me "

eyes, he's African American. Let me show you

do is purchase some pad and I r

M! How hard is that? Why me?...And isn't she lik

and I see a black handsom

at's him th

ask after rephrasing it like

ing through her pictures. Final

toise, and he's wrinkled, plus he's

s he actually old,

Bruh looks like an old man in his kid

e standards. Shouldn't she be glad he left h

e I would find a g

t so hard to find, plus you would have no competition at all

she doesn't

rs start falling out of her e

him hit on my period? It's just that

y, if I waste any more seconds, I

calls, I have left him one thousand and ninety-nin

one hundred and ninety-n

ur toilet?" I say,

She holds out the k

long...because I haven't finished telling you a

re less about

I smile at her as I pick up the white nylon, ta

I am wearing white shorts so if I get stained, it wou

hero flies up in the air, landing back on the ground and all my contents

o make matters worse, more customers stroll into the stor

helping me pick up my 'belongings'. You know by

a man! I can even accept a tortoise pi

AD. It's even worse... It's a god of a man, handsome from every an

nd his brown hair. When he's done picking it up, his dazzling blue eyes face me and I melt in my spo

y pad and painkillers up? o

atch him cut through the line. The customers grumble, but he ignores them, heading to the front. He doesn't say hello, apologize or utter anything,

how can rud

ight in her spot, I

ilet. By the time I get there

. I start by washing off the stains and after putting on my pad, I leave the toile

handsome one was tot

belief as my hands

ing pair of blue eyes stari

I ask

a table close to the glass window. It's a hidden co

d... Good heavens, he

s the ride I saw earlier but this time the driver was in it and yes,

op on his lap. As I head out of the store, his fiery blue eyes come up staring at me.

m cupid struck. I think he's laughing at my goofy attitude because I am literally see through. Once, I am into someon

leaving me standing

K FOR MY NUMBER? WE

ss, he steals s

ull of images and the memory of his staring b