That_Irish_Person
Teenager with no emotions
It was about time that Amanda woke up, her phone alarm ringing under her pillow making her groan. She grabbed her phone and turned it off, staring at the dirty ceiling above, she looked to her side and sees the anti-depressant tablets that she had to start taking a month ago. Her cat jumped up onto her bed and added comfort to her morning, she couldn't help but smile when he yawned on her stomach, "Good morning to you too Casper, I take it you just woke up as well aha."
She laid there thinking, she wan't sure what she was thinking about but it seemed to be important in some way, "Come on Cas, lets get ready for the day shall we?" She picked him up as she made her way out of her bed and walked toward the bathroom having a shower. She looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but to blame her mother, if she didn't give her up for adoption she could be greeted by a morning kiss and a loving family.
Amanda made her way to the kitchen where Cas was waiting on the bench, "You sneaky little cat... I will feed you don't worry" She opened a can of cat food and put it in his little bowl as her coffee machine started up filling her cup with the black liquid. She stood at the bench drinking her coffee, looking at her small little apartment. You would think that being a hitman and prostitute would earn you big bucks... Nope...
She looked at her phone, somehow expecting a text message or missed call from anyone, but nothing.
She laid there thinking, she wan't sure what she was thinking about but it seemed to be important in some way, "Come on Cas, lets get ready for the day shall we?" She picked him up as she made her way out of her bed and walked toward the bathroom having a shower. She looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but to blame her mother, if she didn't give her up for adoption she could be greeted by a morning kiss and a loving family.
Amanda made her way to the kitchen where Cas was waiting on the bench, "You sneaky little cat... I will feed you don't worry" She opened a can of cat food and put it in his little bowl as her coffee machine started up filling her cup with the black liquid. She stood at the bench drinking her coffee, looking at her small little apartment. You would think that being a hitman and prostitute would earn you big bucks... Nope...
She looked at her phone, somehow expecting a text message or missed call from anyone, but nothing.