"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
I shouted at the top of my lungs, sitting on a bench at a bus stop waiting for the bus to Oakland. In my hand was a bottle of water mixed with the potion. I have what I wanted. I came all the way to this place so I could get this. It's in my hand, the liquid that will bring everything back to normal. But for some fucking reason, I just couldn't find a way to drink the water, not even a single sip. I just can't. Why?
Tears began to run down my face. I just couldn't find it in myself to end this. I can't kill the pup inside me.
