Runaway

Frankly, your mistake was locking the door. That’s a real goodbye. In the middle of walking out, to pause and lock the door? There’s no coming back from that, buddy.
OUT.
ALONE.
But that’s what you did, isn’t it?
LOOK AT ME.
And then what?
LOOK AT ME.
You strapped on the fucking rollerblades, you split, you vamoosed.
I SAID LOOK AT ME!
And then it got bad right? Out here with the maniacs and the monsters. Didn’t think about that, did you?
DIDN’T THINK, DID YOU?
Now here we are. You all alone.
And me, hungry, hungry.

Twitter: @DrScaredWriter

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Shawn Berman runs The Daily Drunk. You can follow him on Twitter @Sbb_writer.

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