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My life couldn't possibly get any worse. Because it already was the worst.
The only thing I can hope for is that someone would switch their lives with me. Whether it was good or bad, rich or poor, I wouldn't care. I'd rather fucking die than live like this.
How can someone who did nothing wrong even end up in a situation like this? How can someone be wanted in almost everywhere with no certain witnesses or evidence? How can someone frame me like this?
I thought about it over and over and over. No answer whatsoever. It felt like even my memories had been erased.
I've been sitting in the corner of my room, knees close to my chest, and crying, for the past 3 days, where things went the way it shouldn't be.
The only thing I'm honestly glad for is that I ain't behind bars yet. So every time I step outside I have to cover every part of me without getting noticed. Because almost everyone knows me. And I mean everyone.
As in a good way? Of course not. Even my own parents disowned me because they didn't want to claim me as their daughter if I was ever caught.
This is all started a year ago. When I was in my 2nd year of university, I was living my life in the best way possible. That's all I could remember. And then suddenly my face has been occurring in all wanted posters across the city I live in. Even in newspapers, TV and online articles that keep consistently showing up on my discovery page. And now it ended up like this.
It was 3 days ago when people took it too far. Even if I was trying to hide myself, people still claimed to have spotted me sometimes in places where I've never even been to my whole life. Now I'm afraid the police are searching for me.
I have to leave this town. Whether if I'm guilty or not. I have to leave. It's not like I have a choice. And with that, I stood up and started tossing all the clothes out of my unorganized closet. That's when a faint voice whispered into my ear.
"Don't you leave. Don't you ever leave. You can't quit yet. Prove them wrong. All of them. You have one more chance."
My head perked up. That's when I saw myself in the mirror. After 3 whole days.
I look like shit. Probably smell like it too. I dropped my stuff and started pacing around the room. What was that? Who was it? Why did I suddenly hear that? Was it even me?
Whoever that was. I think they're right. I've got to put my shit together.
That was likely the first time I was motivated to do something, for myself, after a whole ass year.
I went to grab my phone. But it was dead. Fuck.
So I went to grab the landline. My fingers brushed over the dial pad and then I came to realize that I didn't know who to call.
My knees dropped to the floor, my legs barely holding me up, tears welling up in my eyes. Nope. I ought to think that I can't seem to understand myself.
"Think about the one and only person that could potentially save your life. It could be someone you've met... Or someone you will meet."
Over the past year, my logic and critical thinking skills have been dropping every damn day by God knows how much. Now I have to think hard even for a simple question. I haven't even been engaging with people much so I guess even my conversation skills have been plummeting too.
I clutched onto my thick, nasty hair and pulled it hard far away from me. Because of me wincing, I've finally got the answer to the question that marks the beginning of my 'new' life. Perhaps.
A lawyer. I need a lawyer. Hah, so that's what I've been needing all this time.
The corner of my lips stretched to an unhappy smile. Well, it's because I can't be happy yet until things finally start to change. The first step isn't supposed to be dedicated to finding a lawyer. It's about taking a long hot shower so I can stop reeking of dogshit.