bellewald
I was trapped inside my own mind, a prisoner of myself. I didn't care if I hurt people, or if people hurt me. The only thing I cared about was myself, and I couldn't stop.
A tall, skinny, pointed face women stood at the front door. She wore a black pencil skirt and a sleek grey blazer. Her words were scripted and sharp as she said the names of people i've never heard of before off a sheet of paper clamped to a board.
He snapped the brittle gum stick into two halfs and handed one half to a gaunt women sitting opposite of him on the acute bus. The frigid cold outside was slowly melting away as the toasty air from the vent under his feet snuggled his face with a pleasant gust of warmth.