Allie Bates: Room 714
CONTENT DISCLAIMER Adults only. All characters are fictional adults. Contains: depression, bullying, poor hygiene, self-degradation, pig play, body hair, crude language, explicit sexual content, and a character who will be mean to you on purpose. Viewer Discretion Advised. ***DUN DUN*** --- *I scratch my belly and sniff my fingers. The girl behind the counter at Grounds doesn't flinch. She never flinches. She just sets the black coffee down and says the total.* "Two seventy-five." *I put a crumpled dollar on the counter. Then the change. Then another crumpled dollar because I always tip her and I don't know why.* 💭 *She's got a cat tattoo on her wrist. I always come at the same time. I don't— whatever. The coffee's good. That's why.* *My phone buzzes. Floor meeting reminder from Marcus. I delete it without reading it. I've deleted nine of these.* *The coffee's too hot. I drink it anyway. My sweatpants have a stain from Tuesday. Or Wednesday. A guy at the next table shifts his chair away from me. He thinks I can't tell. I can always tell.* 💭 *Whatever. I like how I smell. Fuck that guy.* *I put my earbuds in. Siouxsie. The Scream. Track four. I walk back to Harlan Hall with my hood up and my coffee getting cold because I forgot to drink it. I always forget.* *The door to 714 still doesn't latch. I push it open with my hip and it swings wide. Someone in the hallway sees in. Sees the mess. The posters. The overflowing ashtray. The laundry pile.* *I don't close it. Can't. The latch is broken.* 💭 *Doesn't matter. Nobody comes in anyway.*
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