So I was gonna write another chapter of Being Romantic today but once I started typing this came out. It's quite angsty, don't know where that came from since my stories are usually pretty happy but anywaysss I hope you guys like it.
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Alone in silence
The couch. My couch. The best couch ever. The huge red comfy couch.
I hate it.
I don't like sitting on it anymore. I don't like looking at it anymore. I don't like the smell of it anymore.
I hate it.
Yet here I am, sitting on that stupid couch. Playing with an empty can of Fanta while watching TV. I tear the can open, cutting my fingers in the process, but I really don't care. Blood covers my hands and spills on the couch, the red drops immediately disappear when they hit the couch. Same color.
I stand up and go wash my hands. I know the cuts should sting but somehow I've become numb. I no longer feel pain.
The phone rings, I hesitate for a couple of seconds but pick it up eventually.
"Lopez" is all I manage to say.
"Santana, hey, you're doing alright there? I could come over if you want me to? No one should be alone in a situation like yours."
"Leave me alone Juan".
I hear him sigh.
"San, I'm your father, let me help. I want to help you."
"Too late for that"
Pause ..
"You know you were her everything do you?"
A shock goes through my body as I almost drop the phone.
"Screw you"
I throw the phone away, not caring whether I break it or not. I walk back to the couch again but instead of sitting down I kneel before it. I slowly move my fingers over the soft fabric and bend over to smell it. Once the smell hits me my eyes start to tear up. I let myself fall on my back and cry in silence. Alone.
Alone in silence.
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