It's Time
After our shift ended, Trixie and I went up to my apartment and she helped me pack. I packed extremely light, knowing I was not actually leaving but if I don't pretend I am, my friends will never leave me alone for my safety. They were good people like that. But this is my fight, not theirs. I say my goodbyes to everyone, because I am either coming back in a few months or I am never coming back, most likely because I died. I make sure to shove my g*n in my waistband and pepper spray in my front pocket. I also wrapped my hands just in case. I bought a bus ticket online, knowing they would track my fake name to it. I made sure it was late so no one would be around. Finally, I made it to the bus stop around 3AM. The bus arrives at 3:15AM and I just stood there as it left without me. I s
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