By Caitie Moore
The crunching sound of cheerio’s under her white double strap Birkenstocks broke the silence of the still but eerie evening. She didn’t bother locking her Suzuki Swift, she wouldn’t be going back to her 16th birthday present anyway. The breeze along with cold spits of rain had settled into the air, with the hairs on her arms and legs shooting straight up. It didn’t bother her, she liked the feeling of discomfort, it distracted her. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the barrier of the bridge so hard, the sound of the crashing waves on the rocks beneath her were swiftly brought to her attention. Moments later she snapped back to reality, quickly realising she had some familiar company. The skinny girl from cereal isle and the handsome guy that served her. In a silent agreement they nodded, previously blinded by the fact that although they had their differences, they are much the same. With there new found likeness, they wanted to share one last thing in commen, their final breath.
*28 minutes earlier* …show more content…
The emaciated women with her spindly arms, sunken face and bony chest walks into the supermarket. Head down, her frail legs carry her past the baking and confectionary isle, where she then turns right, now confronted with countless cereals. Not long after Social Anxiety edges her way out of her Suzuki Swift, taking a deep breath in before the sliding doors to the shop opens. As she closes her umbrella, it becomes obvious she has dressed to blend in, with the low fringe, sun glasses and a black hoodie. She looks down at her watch, which read 7:50pm, meaning only 10 minutes before closing