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Symptoms (I)

I punched him. Right in the damn face, in front of the entire mall, holding no anger back. I couldn’t believe my ears and my brain couldn’t take the data in fast enough before my hands reacted. I walked out of that mall, speechless, furious and a bit relieved.

I couldn’t believe my life right now, but I knew that I would never cross the lines I remade. I head home, because I need somewhere to think and club Majesty is too crowded right now. I take a deep breathe as I lay on my bed and think about everything. Exhaustion takes over me and my eyelids grow heavy as I drift off.

I wake up around 8:00 p.m., but still feel a little tired and very hungry. I have left over money from the last night, so I decide that I’m going to go out and eat. Thankfully my parents aren’t home, so I leave without any commotion.

I end up going to the 24-7 diner Ethan and I were at not too long ago, and order myself a lot of food. I have a lot of money to spend and a big belly to fill.

But of course, then Ethan happens to walk in.

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