Jessica
“How are you feeling, Jessie girl?” here in front of me is an ever-confident woman dressed in all black, just as dark as her bitter soul, Rebecca. “Nice nails by the way.” She added, winking at me as she blew on her gum and made it pop like a gangster in the alleys.
I just came from my psychotherapy where they gave me the usual set of acts that tests my psychological wellbeing. I was planning to lock my door, keep everyone away from my room just for this day, and sleep till I can’t sleep anymore.
But how could I do that if there is already a witch sitting on my bed, wearing her black tank top and denim shorts with her knee boots beneath her. She also have a bag of popcorn placed between her crossed legs, looking at me as if she’s the patient, not me.
“Sup.”
Rolling my eyes at
