The Alley
"Stay out of my life" I snap at my last friend who has a hurt expression plastered all over her face before storming off and flipping me off shouting curse words as she gets in her car and drives away leaving me stranded at the coffee shop getting dirty looks from customers. I glare at them, getting them to look away and continue chatting, the calming silence now gone leaving me fustrated beyond compare. I sigh and walk out taking the long stroll back to my apartement getting random texts from my ex best friends already been told that I snapped at Lassie just for a simple question. I turn off my phone and look around for a longer walk trying to avoid my Dad who said he would be dropping by later to check on me.
I turned down an abandonded alley straining my ears for any sounds that could result in violence, I heard talking coming from the end of the alley way so I followed it hearing little snippets of the converstation ~"the docks are being loaded tomorrow and sent straight to the Red Devils"~ I let out a tiny gasp and tiptoed closer hearing a little more ~"you will arrive at the pier and collect the gun in the back crate load it"~. I stepped on a broken piece of glass and it cracked sending the quiet whispers into silence making me back up and turn on my phone getting out of the alleyway searching up the closest pier planning on going there tomorrow.
"Dad" I called out not wanting to see him, relieved when there was no sounds echoing throughout the house so I ran to my room and got in a warm shower putting my phone in a waterproof case and searching up the pier. I found out the information and plotted a plan for tomorrow night on how to get caught and killed in a span of 10 minutes to an hour. "Honey i'm here" Dad yelled from downstairs making me rush downstairs and turn on the kettle pulling my hair out of the towel leaving it in waves laying down my back.
"Hey" I said with fake happiness pulling him into a hug and also pulling my sleeves down at the same time not letting him see the scars embedded deep within my wrists and arms. "How are you Pumpkin" he smiles and gets the kettle off of the burner putting it in a mug adding a tea bag in his and coffee in mine passing it to me sitting at the table. "What are you doing tomorrow night" he asked sipping his tea making me choke "i'm busy tomorrow sorry dad" I cover my slip up giving him a weary look setting my cup down. "Oh ok" he said with a sad tone, I felt bad and started a coverstation about nothing and it seemed to raise his spirits little leaving a big grin on his face when we were saying gooodbye. I shut the door and ran to my closet grabbing my dark marroon sweatshirt and black tights for tomorrow and throwing on a baggy t-shirt jumping in bed and falling asleep almost instantly.
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Ring Ring Ring. My phone went off at 8 in the morning leaving me feeling groggy and tired, I sat up and looked around for any indication why I was up early and saw the marron sweater my brain on over drive. I yawned and streched skipping towards the bathroom getting a shower and brushing my rats nest of hair before grabbing the swearshirt and pulling it over my head.
I looked in the mirror and saw for once I out together an ass kicking outfit before bounding off down the stairs and into the kitchen making up some eggs for breakfast while going through my social media looking at peoples lives going on around me, without me even. I walked into the cafe getting looks from all the regulars kknowing what happened yeserday, I shot them the same look I did yesterday and they glared at me turning back to their coffee's leaving me to my coffee.
I took through my drink to go and went back tot the alleyway trying to hear more information about whats going down at the docks. I went the same root behind the dumpster straining my ears but not hearing a thing I snuck back out and headed home to get ready for the pier.
I gathered my bag putting in my health card so if someone found me they would be able to tell my dad of my untimely demise. I also grabbed a fake I.D that showed that I was part of the rival mafia group giving them more means to kill me. I set my bag on my back and got into the car I rented for the night and sped off torwards the pier without a second thought.
