“Alright lil’ boy, you been here for like a week now, harassing my employees. Now I know that you’ve been going through somethng but i think its time for you to get the hell out. And that’s me asking nicely.”
“You git the hill out, stupid!"And that’s when my arms were grabbed by some huge guys I couldn’t even fight in my dreams. I could barely see them, or anything for that matter. The whole room was a blur. Was it a room? And before I could answer my own question, I was on the ground; a place I found myself more often than not lately.
God damn it, I can’t even stay in the damn strip club. The night is young though, and I need to black out, I’m almost there. But the ground is so comfy, and I’m pretty tiiiiiredd.
“BAM!” Oh no, I can’t be having another flashback. My last trip was so awful, I thought I saw an arsonist and pissed my pants. I don’t want to do it again.
“Heeell...” A muffled scream? I don’t remember that from last time.... Hmm.
Okay, well if this is happening, it's time for me to head home, I can't have another flashback at the bar. But then, I heard another scream, a piercing scream that snapped me back into the reality that I had been avoiding for the past two weeks.
As I stood up to help this stranger, I saw a tall man whose vacant face seemed familiar. He knocked into me and I immediately ended up on the ground, again.
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