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Candy Apples
fourteen;
I sit up, and I can't look at him. I feel disgusting.
"You have to tell someone...you know that right?"
Suddenly I'm sick again and the pounding in my head has reached new heights. I stare at him carefully but he can't look at me. That just makes me feel worse.
"What the fuck do you know?"I'm tired of everyone fucking with me. Telling me what I should or should not do. What I should eat, where I should hang, who I should fuck; I'm tired of it.
I don't give him the chance to reply. His expression is sad, but he doesn't move. Only when I throw a rotting apple at his head does him move. He's stunned, but he says nothing else.
He lingers at the door,"Nobody knows...that pig said he found you like that." He opens his mouth to say something else but closes it. Then he's gone.
"You have to tell someone...you know that right?"
Suddenly I'm sick again and the pounding in my head has reached new heights. I stare at him carefully but he can't look at me. That just makes me feel worse.
"What the fuck do you know?"I'm tired of everyone fucking with me. Telling me what I should or should not do. What I should eat, where I should hang, who I should fuck; I'm tired of it.
I don't give him the chance to reply. His expression is sad, but he doesn't move. Only when I throw a rotting apple at his head does him move. He's stunned, but he says nothing else.
He lingers at the door,"Nobody knows...that pig said he found you like that." He opens his mouth to say something else but closes it. Then he's gone.
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