On My Own. ([ SLOW UPDATES])

On My Own. Chap. 4.

I sighed as I awoke.

I didn’t want to get up.

I wanted to die.

I didn’t want Felix living with me.

I didn’t want to live.

I wanted to be alone.

I got up.

I unplugged the I.V. plugs out and dressed into my original clothing.

I limped outside of my room and walked up to the secretary’s desk.

She’s ‘with’ my doctor.

Trust me I know.

Wanna know how?

Sperm at the corner of her mouth.

Attractive right?

No.

“Miss. Knight! You aren’t supposed to be roaming!” She gasped as if shocked.

“I’m fine. I’m leaving though.” I said and walked away.

“Miss. Knight!” 

“Oh, by the way.” I paused, reading her name tag.

“Carol.” She said her name.

“Carol. Wipe your mouth off. Just incase my doctor’s wife decides to stop by.” I smirked and left.

I left the hospital slowly.

I couldn’t exactly walk at normal speed now can I?

With my inaccessible leg…

Felix.

Blah.

My face scrunched up in disgust.

I walked the way to my house.

And of course, it started raining.

Surprise, surprise.

I stopped and reached into my bag.

I pulled out my white Zune and pulled my sweater on.

See.

My sweater is fuckin awesome and has headphones built into it.

I plugged it in and continued walking home.

“You make me better. Yeah. You make me better.” I sand along with Ne-yo and Fabulous in Make Me Better.

I smiled as I walked.

I was a pretty good singer if I do say so myself, but, my dream is to become a D.J.

Yeah.

D.J.

Ever think the creepy emo bitch would be a D.J.?

Hell naw.

I love mixing songs together.

It’s fun.

And I’m good at it too.

I walked up the steps to my house and unlocked the door.

I sighed and closed the door behind me.

I walked up the steps and entered my bedroom.

Chucking my book bag across my floor I reached for my speakers.

I plugged my Zune in and played a favorite of mine.

Song Name: Fat Joe- lean back; Akon- locked up REMIX appeared on my Zune.

I sighed.

I LOVE this song.

Hehe.

I started rapping it.

Except for when some dude started laughing.

I rapped the Spanish and then when Akon started singing I yelled/sang.

“I’M LOCKED UP! THEY WON’T LET ME OUT! MY NIGGA I’M LOCKED UP! THEY WON’T LET ME OUT!!!” I screamed.

I chuckled.

My door was flung opened.

A smirking Felix stood there.

I gawked at him.

What the fuck is he doing in my house?

Oh.

He lives here.

Shit.

“Hey there…” I mumbled awkwardly.

“Your singing sucks.” He told me.

“No shit dip. I wasn’t exactly singing.” I retorted.

His mouth formed an ‘O’.

“Now. Get out of my house.” I said.

“I live here.” He stated.

“No. That was just something we told the hospital so they won’t ask questions.” I alleged angrily.

“I was serious.” He smirked.

“Get. Out.” I snarled.

“I live here.” He mocked.

“Fine! Get out of MY room!” I yelled at him.

He shrugged his shoulders and left.

God.

Living with this ass-wipe is gonna be a hell of a ride.

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haha!

i loved sam in this!!

haha ...

talkin to the secratary like that..

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im such a meany [[;

ya'll love meh for it though!

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helps?

or on like any of my stories?

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