Creative Writing: Spamming Jeremih

I threw my Maroon MK bag onto my couch. Wiping the tears off of my face, I crouch down slowly and ball my eyes out completely. throwing my heart out onto the floor. There I was, just talking to myself. Reflecting what could I have done wrong. How I could have done this or that, or if I should have been there for him more, all of that crap. I started questioning my worth.
Then a few minutes later crawling out of my fridge, you know. Having a couple of drinks. Bam, I was on my couch like an idiot, spamming Jeremih’s phone.
“For the last time, WE’RE DONE. Call me again and-
Jeremih? Who keeps calling yo-”
*BEEEEEEEEP*
Not thinking straight, I stomped on my oak floors and cried a trail of tears all the way into my bedroom. Next thing you know I'm already huddled by a box of kleenex and some kit kats. …show more content…
*THUMP*
Frightened, I jumped after I heard a crash from upstairs. I threw my head back onto my pillow. Putting my palm over my eyes, I took a deep breath. Confused as heck. I had so many thoughts in my head.
“Did one of my neighbor's tree hit my roof again? Was there a tornado I didn't know about in Des Moines? Did Santa come to deliver me presents but accidentally fell off his sleigh during landing? OH MY GOD IS HE OKAY?! Wait. isn’t it the middle of July? Or… what if there was an alien landing? What