Sorry this is so short! I tried to make it a bit longer but nothing good came from it, so I had to do lots of editing and this was the only good outcome that made sense.
73. The Fog. Part II.
I felt I've been here in this ghostly place for hours. Sobbing and drowning in my own tears about my own life. I'm so fucked up, so very fucked up. Even Dad is a much nicer person than me. Dad had a better life than I did on my own right now. Dad probably wouldn't of gone this far or even end up...here. Where was I on the outside? In bed? In the apartment still? In the living room?
Dad wouldn't want to know me like this. Mom would dis-own me. Ryder would break up with me if I hadn't broken us up first. My Glee friends wouldn't like me like this. I don't even think Lark would like me like this...maybe I've become too wild for him to even be around.
I felt the ground shaking and when I opened my red eyes I saw that the ground was crumbling. Breaking into bits and pieces all over and the Earth cracking down the middle of the pathway I was standing on. Eventually once it broke there was nothing left but the cobbler pathway, me standing there and suddenly my body becoming wintery cold. I hated it. I don't mind too much cold, but winter cold is the worse.
I felt something warm behind me. Very warm. When I turned around I saw a bright light far away from me. I wasn't an idiot; I knew what that light was. How to get away from it was the challenge now.
But...what if that was a good choice?