I stand there paralyzed by what just happened. And I stand there as I hear the thunder in the distance and it starts to sprinkle. My most terrifying experience started as a love story. But it wasn't one of those cliche ones. It was the most unheard of thing in the world. I met her at the laundromat. Least romantic place in the world, Right? Smelt like laundry soap and was warm as hell. But she worked there and I fell in love with her through the window.
And I found every excuse I could to go see her. I would bring in my sheets and blankets every week even when they still smelt like the laundromat from the time before. And whenever we had more than one load of laundry I would go to see her. Every chance I had to see her was a blessing to me. She was my very own guardian angel,my personal heaven. She was a badass. Rode a motorcycle, had her leather jacket on 24/7 and pretends that she doesn't have feelings. But she's so sweet to me. She's been abandoned and is misunderstood. She didn't know how I felt about her. As far as she knew we were just best friends. But I loved her so much more than that. We were polar opposites that attracted from opposite sides of the world. But I didn't think she liked me for the longest time but I was talking to one of our mutual friends about her one time and he told me that she felt the same way. After finding this out I was ecstatic and I couldn't wait to see her again. But the next time I went to the laundromat as I was trying to find out how I was going to tell her that I liked her too, I arrived at the laundromat and looked through the window to see a scene that broke my heart. It was the girl that I had fallen for and I mistakenly thought had fallen for me, pushed up against the wall and kissing some jock. I knew she could never like girls. Let alone a girl like me. I felt tears run down my face as I turned away from the heartbreaking window display. And I ran down the street as fast as my feet could carry me but I collapsed to the ground after running and having no clue where I am anymore. And as I look up and take in my surroundings I see a liquor store to my left with a shopping cart full of cans next to the door. And suddenly I get a wonderfully terrible idea. So I peel myself up off the sidewalk and start to make my way to the door of the liquor store. And as I push the door open a little bell chimes alerting the store manager that someone has come into their shop. When I enter the shop I see a man. Maybe in his late forties wearing old ratty clothes covered in dirt and grime. And as he goes to leave the store my suspicions are proven correct as he exits the store and puts his booze into the can filled cart outside of the store. And once I stop watching the man I realize that this store has almost every kind of alcohol you could think of. And as I walk around the store I start collection bottles of familiar alcohol including Tequila Rose, Fireball, Cinnamon schnapps, and many other bottles that catch my eye. And as I get to the counter I notice that no one is there. So I ring the bell and get out my fake I.D and once I get it out along with the necessary money to by the booze I notice a guy standing behind the counter looking at me with. a skeptical eye. Once I hand him the money and he checks my I.D I leave the cute title liquor store with the creepy store attendant. And once I leave I look down the sidewalk and I hear a familiar song playing. A song my brother used to sing to me. “ Honey why you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now. Honey, why are you crying, is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud.” It's kinda funny that such a beautiful song could be about cheating. But I start down the street to find where the song is coming from and as I keep walking it starts getting louder and when it gets to where I nearly can't stand it anymore I'm standing in front of an alleyway. And as I go to look around the corner into the alley I hear a gunshot and and once I can see around the corner I see a man lying in a pool of his own blood and another man who was on the phone with a man talking about a clean up crew and how he didn't have the money so he's been shot. But as I go to hide behind the corner of the alley I step on a glass bottle and it causes an abrupt shout to bubble from my mouth as I feel the glass impaling my foot through the sole of my shoe. And I see the guy whip around and stare at me with an incredulous look almost as if asking “are you stupid.” But just as I go to run he pulls out assumably the same gun he shot the guy with and points it at my head “ Don't move” he says in a deathly cold tone. And this is where we left off me standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Listening to the thunder as it starts to sprinkle. The sprinkling turns to a downpour and the thunder is accompanied lightning. It's the makings of a child's horror story but happening. Why is this happening? Haven't I had a rough enough day?? Apparently not cause here I am standing on the sidewalk in the middle of a lightning storm with a gun pointed at my head. But before I can move even an inch I feel a piercing pain in my chest and I fall to the ground. As I lay there I feel a warm substance soak through all of my clothes as I grow tired. And as. Stare at the sky with rain falling and blood soaking through my clothes I ponder “who will remember me at all?”