“Hey, this is Ivy. Sorry I couldn’t answ-”
She hung up and threw her phone back into her purse. Would it kill Ivy to answer the phone just once? It’s not like she’s ever answered the phone before. Mareike stomped down the street, dodging the crowds of people. She usually had fun at these street fairs, but today she just wanted to go home. Ivy’s the reason I’m here, she thought, if only she actually bothered to show up. Mareike kept walking only to be stopped by some college kids running one of the booths.
“Hey girlie, you look like you could use some of this,” one of the workers said. He walked back to the booth and poured something into one of the cups they had there. …show more content…
Why would they be? They were probably enjoying themselves at the street fair like everyone else in this whole goddamned world! She stomped away from the house in a random direction, not caring where she ended up because if nobody cared about her, why should she? Why should she care what happens to her since clearly nobody else does?
She continued to walk until she heard the sounds of cars speeding by. She followed the noise until she saw the busy street.
“Stop, Mareike,” she slurred to herself, “danger.”
She paused there for a minute, staring at the cars zooming past before her eyes lit up with an idea. A horrible, terrible Idea. “Danger,” she said once more with a sharp edge to her drunken voice.
She took one step forward, then another. Who would care? Not my parents, not my friends. Hell, the cars speeding by are nothing but momentary blurs, so they definitely wouldn’t care. She stumbled farther forward before shouting.
“Go ahead! Hit me! Nobody will even notice!” She finally stepped into the street and waited. One car swerved at the last second to avoid her, but the eighteen wheeler following it couldn’t turn that fast.
She felt nothing. It was like the truck when straight through her. It lasted for a moment; her life was frozen in time, then she felt true, excruciating pain. It devoured her before she was consumed by