Vanessa
Three days have passed… Three damn days since my father stood in this doorway and gave me an ultimatum as if I were a failing business.
Ten days, seven now… Seven to decide what to do with my life, seven to stop being this.
I stare at the ceiling again. I've spent more time staring at this damn ceiling than doing anything useful.
And the worst part is… I know it.
I know he's right, I know he's right, I know… even Alexander was right.
I close my eyes tightly… That voice returns.
“You have no self-respect.”
I clench my teeth.
“Shut up…” I mutter, but my own mind won't shut up.
I sit up on the sofa, pushing aside an empty glass that almost falls to the floor. Everything is the same as it was days ago.
Bottles, clothes, silence… Me. Always me in the middle of this mess.
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