The Traveler

Chapter 4

3/something/19

Your Best Friends Journal

Love, Mom

The Traveler,

Hey Taylor, Im about to go run to the bathroom real quick like you think you could you know run the cash register or at least watch it?

Taylor replies with a simple yet egregious smile,

Ya, Nate but hurry up. Im not trying to get stuck in a rush.

Once I lock the door of that filthy gas station bathroom, I stare blankly at myself

In the mirror,

My eyes,

Dilalated,

Gorgeous.

My face, wrinkled but ageless.

I grab some paper towels and pull down the baby wiping table

A dip in my pocket,

proved to release

My broken chain,

shuttered socket,

The picture of my purity, fell silently to the ground.

To hell, I release

fuck my life

I hate myself

I reached for my wallet and cigarette pack. Cellaphane has many uses, I smashed my perk 10 with all the shame in me.

Tear down the wall, said Pink