3. Morning after
"white lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes, burnt lungs sour taste..." I was singing to myself in the shower trying to wash off the memories of last night. As I was getting out of the shower I looked in the mirror. My father was right I'm fat, but my father is also the one who gave me these brusies that cover my body. I grabbed a towel and dried off I got dressed, grabbed my phone, purse, and jacket and went downstairs. I set my stuff down and cleaned up the living room that had cigarret buds, broken glass, empty beer bottles, some other drugs, and food everywhere. After that I grabbed my stuff and left to go to my favorite cafe/ diner. It was about a 20 minute walk till I arrived. But when I did I sat at my usual table and waited for a waitress.
i walk into this small diner and there's like 3 people here, but that's when I spotted her. She had blue hair and was really skinny. It looked unhealthy because you could see her bones and her skin was snow white. I decided to go over to her, I don't know what compelled me but I couldn't stop. She turned her head slightly and I saw her face. She was beautiful. I sat down across from her and she seemed alarmed. "Mind if I sit with you?" I asked politely. She looked around at the empty tables around us with confusion then nodded. "What's your name?" I asked. She looked confused almost as though no ones ever asked her that. "Lily" she said so quiet I almost didn't hear.