WEDNESDAY. 9:17 AM.
He then places a hand on my shoulder to hold me in place, "Or did a Bear eat your ears off, well your ears look okay maybe it's—"
I cut him off, "Don't touch me." I move my shoulder away and glare at his light brown eyes.
Being touched by people who mean nothing to me or people who don't have good intentions towards me can be toxic at times. Friends don't exist. They all hang around just to get something from you. I've never liked them.
He sighs, "Please just sleep here? You might just die if you go out tonight."
I fully turn to him as I pull the strap of my bag over one shoulder. "I'd rather die than breathe the same air with that scumbag."
Ben groans, moving his hands exaggeratedly, "Why are you being this way, hmm?"
I begin walking out but he holds me back and begins to whine, "Jakey. Please stay. Just this night. Please Jakey. Please. Please."
