Down and Out
After running off you went hive even though you had wanted to just fuck someones nook raw until you couldn't hear your own heart. Yet you couldn't, not that night. When you got out the night after that you started going to clubs like you used to and spending money like it was air, how could he dump you! Didn't that jackass love you, didn't he say he loved you even if you acted shitty?
A few nights passed and you'd gotten a few cuts and bruises, you really could live without him, every club you went to was like a fog, but you were living. Then you remembered something, the club you'd gone to awhile ago, with that other seadweller that you hated so much. You could tear him to pieces, taunt him, fuck him, make yourself feel like yourself.
You headed out, looking ragged and bruised here and there, but this would make you feel better. With your hair up and your mask on you pushed the door open and looked for him
