43. A CRY FOR MERCY

The shower was the fastest I had ever taken, a king waiting for me and I would not keep him waiting for long. I brushed my teeth after, then rushed to the closet. My skin was oiled, doing it just to get that earthy scent that I loved very much. I applied deodorant then sat to brush my hair. I pulled it back and tied it in a center split back tied ponytail.

I got up, picking a pair of underwear and pulling them on. I really did not feel like wearing a bra. I was a bit conscious, not wanting my nipples to poke out yet too tired to wear the tight bra. My hands gripped on a black round neck t-shirt. I pulled it on along with black leggings and black socks. I knew I would work all through the night which was why I found myself pulling on a faded purple hoody sweater. My feet slipped in slides and there was nothing else to do. I had already wasted so much time. My eyes scanned around seeing nothing I was forgetting so I rushed out.

I took the elev