Saying Goodbye
By Bittersweet
Don't be a fool she scoffed at herself every second she had a moment of doubt in her mind about running away from home. This is what's best for me she kept telling herself. She knew that everyone at home would be absolutely torn over her departure. As sad as it was, it was almost satisfying to know that at home, people cared, and she knew that she craved attention. She found it everywhere possible, which perhaps gotten her into trouble in the first place. The sky had grown gray, and a slight smile crept its way on to her frown through her tears. She got so much pleasure out of knowing that she would be missed, and that she had caused a stir. Perhaps what was most gratifying though knew that whenever she decided to go home, she wouldn't get in trouble. She'd be fussed over, bought new dresses and jewelry daily. Mackenzie looked at her feet as she walked; her suitcase clung to her side, holding it tightly with both hands. But before she could leave, she knew she had one thing to do. One person to say goodbye to.
She knew she'd find Mush in his usual selling spot, he was her only companion as of this moment, and she knew she had to say goodbye. He had been her only source of comforts all of the times she had gotten herself in trouble before. He had never tried to get pleasure from her, and he'd respected her as a woman. He was like that with most girls, which was what was so dependable about Mush. As far as she knew, he'd never even been kissed; which gave him this outlook of innocence in every situation. He was so naïve when it came to most situations that he could brighten any moment with his words of encouragement and inspiration.
Although he knew about Mackenzie's past, it seemed that he still found the good in her, still saw what the world had in store for her at the end of the day.
She stopped, dead in her tracks when she looked across the street, on the corner of 5th and Park, it was Mush. He had some trashy girl pushed against the big front doors of some building, probably one of Medda's girls she assumed. He was kissing her with utmost passion and exuberance, grabbing her and rubbing her as they made-out in the middle of the street.
She held her head high, and walked across the street with her suitcase held straight down like a businessman, she took a minute to collect herself, and then approached him.
"Mush," she said, standing behind him with her hand on her hip and her hair flailing in the wind.
"Mack!" He exclaimed, jumping away from his girlfriend, who gave Mackenzie one of the dirtiest looks she'd ever gotten.
She widened her eyes at the girl, and pulled Mush away. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"I'm kind of busy-"
"I'm, er--, I'm. uh, I'm leaving Mush. I can't do this anymore." She cut him off and turned her eyes to the ground, waiting for him to hold her chin up and smile at her with his naïve sense of security that she begged for. She looked up at him; her melodramatic lips pouted like a puppy.
He stood there, his eyes looking blank, like it wasn't him. Two giant black holes of emptiness like the other boys. He looked at her for a minute, motionless. "Do what you gotta."
She thinks about herself
And cares about nobody else
Because the only friends she has all put her down