y chest beat rapidly as I took deep breaths. another f****** nightmare.I'm guessing this is the last time that I'm going to be

tually shower. I set my feet on the marble floor, groaning in frustration as I wonder why the hell I had forgotten to buy a carpet while I was moving in here. I was always the orderly type of person. I had everything in last. I need everyt

breath, memories of the time that I've had with My Father running through my mind once again. It was frustrating. trying

I proceeded to slide it onto my body, humming A familiar tune as a new technique to get myself to concentrate on anything else.

any sides to the coin. Too many things to think about. I came here to New York to bury my father. Yet at the same time, a perfect opportunity presented itself when I scored this i

hower running could still be heard all over the room as I shifted my weight onto the bed, grasping the white sheets and then shoveling myself right between them. The comfort of my bed brought forward the familiar feelin

t they were still things to be happy about. I didn't want to think

hower. I roll my eyes in distress, wondering why the hell she would still be thinking about pizza whi

b made me feel like I was betraying him. I should be mourning right now. I should be weeping, spending my days depressed doing nothing

fe. I didn't hate him, I only hated the fact that he never really had time for us. Dad worked in constr

had lush plants and trees everywhere, the people were nice most of the time and nothing really scary ever h

a asked as she walked out of the bathroom

st a little tired," I ans

e going to the club toni

ma asked, crin

you don't love it," She

tha...,"

st me," Emma promised, hol

insist,"

tainly do,"

new people can be extremely difficult. For all I know, my new boss could be some nasty old pervert. I can't d

because these rich corporations know how to hide their dirty laundry. I just hope I don't

g it again," Emma sa

n?" I asked, arc

p staring blankly. You haven't eve

not hungry.

with your mother

hat?" I

he asked, "She's always calling me to ask how you're doi

from London wasn't exactly easy," I said

ver you're ready, but just

here all those years. To her, my mother was the nice lady who used to make our c

I wanted to go to for anything. She treated me like I was a burden. I didn't get anything from her but rage. Mother would always yell

wered their calls after going to London. I convinced myself I was too busy for any of that. Maybe if I had paid a little more attention to Dad and come to visit,

ked, "Does it make me look d

plied, pointing to one of the d

said, walking into the

luggage. After a few minutes of digg

blurted, "I see, you've

s pretty banging

ng wasted tonight," Emma sai

ange into this," I replied,

river was an Indian man, he had a really funny accent. He tol

as a young girl. I was going to go live in New York right after high school.

ad after all. For a second, I felt good enough t