@antifazbear
She didn’t know where she was. But that was fine. She didn’t know where she was supposed to go, either.Â
That was fine, too, she guessed.
A man from a taxi had called her by name- a name she hadn’t heard spoken in years, but she refused his invitation into his cab as impolitely as one could, gathering up her belongings that had been dumped beside her, and running off in what direction best suited her instead, hopping into the highway and taking a running start at going... well, anywhere.
The walk was long, and blaring car horns followed her the whole way there, but she finally found a place off the road; a half-destroyed bus stop with a bench intact enough for two. Sitting down beside a stranger, she worked on tearing the pillows from her pair of shoes so generously given by whatever had dumped her here. Maybe it was strange for a girl to jump barefooted off of the freeway exit to do something like this, but she wasn’t going to confront the stranger. If he wanted to talk, she’d deal with that when the time came.
