(Rya)
After he leaves out the door, I quickly walk over locking it. I turn around and lean back against the door, resting my head back against the door taking in a calming breath, knowing that could've gone very badly. The guy could've seriously hurt or killed me if he really wanted to, but he didn't, he just wants the medallion that I took back.
I slide down to the floor, feeling myself wanting to break down and cry from all the stress I've been under lately. Over the past three months, it just seems like everything has been going wrong for me.
After flushing those drugs, it seems like that set off a chain reaction of problems for me and I feel so drained and tired from it all. It feels like
