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TIME ALWAYS SEEM TO SLOW
and warp into nothingness in history, all my will was used to pry my eyes open to at least seem interested and not get yelled at.

which was happened multiple times, not that it bothered me or my mom, it was just tiring going through the same thing everyday.

the same routine, the same pills, the same nightmares.

everything fell apart when dad died, I was too young to exactly remember what happened to him. and I never would dare to ask mom. she's already gone insane enough as it is.

but there's one thing I would never get tired of; HER.

I don't know why the universe sent her to me, it doesn't matter cause we belong together anyways— it was the day I first moved into South Park, in the middle of the night.

I laid wide awake, the medication and pills didn't help with shit. nothing did.

my eyes stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck onto my ceiling that barely even glowed since the room was already filled with a chilling blue light from the moon.

Tap tap

the first time I heard it I thought it was my imagination, mom says I can't always believe the things I hear and see. but what does she know about reality? maybe she could be apart of my mind also.

then it happened again...

Tap tap

I was preparing to comfort myself that it was just my twisted imagination when a voice followed through.

"Hello?"

a woman's voice, her voice was silky and comforting, nothing like any woman in my life. unlike my doctors and physiatrists and therapists and whoever had a PhD and tried to fix people like me or my moms.

instantly, I knew I fallen into her trap but I was entranced.

I sat up, my eyes stared at the window, and I could make out her alluring frame behind the ugly white curtains.

my mouth felt agape, she was real. Probably.

my hope grew and grew as I started to crawl across my bed to the window, hope that she wasn't just apart of my imagination.

the curiosity of how she managed to get to my 2nd story bedroom room and why this time of night flew over my air—filled head.

the only thing I remembered caring about at the time was who she was and how could I get to know her better.

from the minute I heard her voice I felt lovesick, like I could vomit hearts and pink and glitter just at her mere presence.

I wasted no time opening the curtains to reveal her. Her.

Her was the most beautiful woman I laid my eyes upon, it was like that one time I had a crush on my physiatrist, expect all my feelings broke into crumbs once I heard her shit-talking me to a co—worker. and that's how I knew I shouldn't fall in love easily.

but that all vanished, black hair that looked as silky as her voice sounded, red eyes that seemed to darken and shine at the same time with long eyelashes, and a white dress with ruffles.

She glowed, I don't know if it was the medication that made me trip or if it was the moonlight but she glowed a bright white, almost like an Angel.

my eyes followed her every movement as she ran her pale slender fingers on the glass, almost as if she was trying to convince me to open the window.