samoody
I wondered what he was selling until he pulled down his pants and whipped it out. Then I knew it was just like before. I tucked a hair behind my ear and tipped my head just to the side so he couldn't see the white of my eyes anymore. It was going to be like that.
I sometimes wonder if people ever consider the way thoughts happen. I used to think I was schizophrenic when I was little because I only knew that the word meant and never realized that the voices inside my head were just me thinking. I'd tell myself again and again, "Stop talking to me, stop talking to me."