Who Are You
Mar 11, 2018 21:41:03 GMT -5
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Post by Alexander Pasternak on Mar 11, 2018 21:41:03 GMT -5
Chapter Four: Who Are You?
"I hope you're somewhere prayin'."
~ Kesha, Praying
The question echoes in my head as I stare at myself in the dirty mirror. In the cold glow of the overhead fluorescent lights, my face is flushed.
I can barely hear myself think over the droning EDM remix of "Electric Love" blasting through the speakers. My eyes are bloodshot and puffy, held wide open to compensate for the fact that I haven't slept in about two days. I drum my fingers around the rim of the sink I'm standing over as I continue to inspect myself with no real goal in mind.
I turn on the tap and splash a handful of cold water in my face. It's a shock to the system, suppressing the urge to sleep if only for a few seconds. One last glance over, I push the handle back and cut the water off, turning away from the mirror and navigating my way through the large bathroom, trying my hardest to avoid stepping on the mess of paper towels on the floor, courtesy of the wastebin I threw to the floor when I first walked in. As I step back into the crowded club and the full force of the speakers drowns out all sound, a weight drops from my shoulder as I realize I won't have to hear the next part of this prompt:
This is why I'm going to die before I hit 30.