13 Blood
She can’t ruin everything.
I won’t let her come swooping down on my new life, my new friends and take me back to that room where the walls won’t even talk to me. The only person who talks is her: about her thoughts and feelings, her family life, her next delightful holiday from work with all the trimmings. When she should have been asking me about something, anything and not smearing her perfect life all over my room like s**t, to taunt me by having to smell it every day that the lock turned in the door.
I guess at least her self-fascination got me out of there. And seeing her again now, smoothing her hair in the murky mirror in the hallway leading to my bedsit, I know nothing has changed. She sucks the end of her pen desperately, like a baby controlling a dummy, then pauses t
