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Aisling

I wake to the sound of feet stomping above me and what I assume to be furniture being dragged across the floor.

I swear this is like the fifth time this week they’ve done this.

Ahh, good old apartment living–shit’s not for the weak.

I grab my phone and roll out of bed before heading to the bathroom.

I’m not looking forward to today. Shit, I don’t look forward to most days. Stuck at a mindless job, doing daily mundane tasks I never asked for, and being surrounded by people who I swear don’t understand me most of the time. It’s not that I’m unlikable, it’s just that I’ve never quite fit in .

The conversations always begin well, but most end in an awkward silence that makes me want to crawl into my skin and never talk to anyone again.

But I always do. I have to.

I start the shower and throw my dark hair up into a messy bun as warm steam begins to fill the room.

I’ve always loved showers, but the actual process of taking one is a war I’ll always have with myself.

The changes from being cold to wet to hot to cold makes my skin crawl just thinking about it, so I take my time.

I eventually get in, soaking up every ounce of hot water until there's nothing left but a cold chill running down my body.

I guess it’s time to get out .

Grabbing my fluffy black towel, I wrap myself up and slip on my plague doctor slippers as I hear my phone go off.

Tyler: Skatepark and sesh tonight?

It’s almost too easy. Smoke with them, tease them a little, take what I want from them, then leave. They always come back for more.

It’s not that I’m the prettiest girl by far, I just don’t care about shit. But for whatever reason, these boys seem to love that. I don’t ask for much, just a smoke and fuck sesh. Easy for me and them.

Me: Sure.

I’m just a dream to keep in the shadows .