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One week later…
When I wake up and get the feeling that today is going to be a fantastic day, I go to my bathroom and wash my face. Then I decide what sports attire I'll wear for my jogging today. I sighed and closed my closet after selecting the fitting leggings and nude sports bra; I guess I needed to freshen my thoughts today after a week of crying.
I put my hair up in a ponytail and applied matte red lipstick to my cheeks and lips then blended it in to make it look more natural. I dashed downstairs, saddened by the fact that there are no other people in our large house; it has always been only me. Because we don't have the money to pay for them, the maids and bodyguards have fled. My mother is constantly in the hospital.
When I pay my father's medical bill on a monthly basis, I simply inform my mother that it was a gift from a wealthy friend. I can see her face light up because we don't have to worry about money any longer; but, my graduation day is coming up next week, and I'm not sure what I'll do after that. After that, I basically need a job to support our daily needs because we are so in debt and our savings are about to run out.
I got out of the house and began jogging slowly while I turned on my headphones to give life in my dull life.
I immediately remembered my old friends' unexpected distancing from me because I am already poor and don't have enough money to go shopping with them; yet, I don't care because I believe my life must carry on. Then I got to the bridge, rested both hands on the railing, and took a deep breath in the fresh air. Sometimes all I need is a walk in the woods; I'm too broken to beg someone to comfort me.
I get distracted by a man standing far from me. I don't know, but he looks familiar. I swallowed and started to run but he called my name. I stop running, he takes off his hoodie and smiles at me like a puppy. I laugh in relief because it was just Enrique.
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