what my life would sound like in a novel

her black canvas shoes touched the ground that met her as she entered the street. sounds of motorists and random people talking hit her ears like a sudden crash of waves. drowning them out with the vocals of Gerard Way, she starts on her journey.

"give me a shot to remember, and you can take all the pain away from me..."

the blaring of her earpiece draws stares from passerbys and she knows it. they take in her slouched posture, the way she digs her thumbs into her pockets, the way she chews the inside of her cheeks. she loves the attention and regrets it all at the same time. it's an addiction no one else seems to enjoy.

a welcoming breeze kissed her cheeks and blows her jet black hair into her eyes. she trips on a pebble. flicking her fringe away, she tugs at the straps on her backpack and continues on her path. left, right, left right.


if only i sound this good in real life.