[Lacid Compound. December 24, 20**]
Friday. My second favorite F word. Of course, the first one would be french fries! What? You're thinking that I'd say a different F, aren't you? I'm not just some bitch who likes cursing you know?
"Fvck!" I exclaimed when the person I was trying to shoot got away.
Gritting my teeth, my eyes narrowed at the direction where he had crawled into, while I was distracted from punching the other person on their throat. That very same person was coughing like a fish beside me, trying to breathe normally.
"Tch. You got away this time! I will come and get you later!" I yelled out and picked up myself off the ground.
"Hkkghh!"
My eyes strayed to the hacking person from below, doing his best to heave oxygen in his lungs. It was annoying, and I was already irritated from before so hearing it is making my blood boil.
