Be me

>Be me
>Has been working as a fast food employee for about a year
>Noticed a solid 7/10 girl coming everyday
>She always seems waiting at the same table
>Probably an heroin addict
>There's a lot of them in my neighborhood
>I keep daydreaming about her
>One day, she asks for a spoon
>I get her a spoon
>She seems really thanks full
>Ask her why she needs it
>Oh shit
>She probably will use it to drug herself
>I awkwardly tell her i'm sorry
>She raises her shoulders
>I look at her
>But like, really look at her
>She's got the most sad, beautiful eyes i've ever seen
>I ask her if she wants anything else
>She says no
>To damn beta to tell her anything else
>Watch her wait at her table as usual
>Get back to work, can't get my mind at it
>Even my damn coworker noticed

More ?

Continue

But if you 'open the door, get on the floor' I will kill you.

Go on

Let's see where this goes

>More ?
No, fuck off

Fucking then what happened?

If bullshit get on floor or any of the like, your benis will detach itself from you later tonight.

Don't listen to salty balls OP

Go on, stop being so slow

get on with it, faggot

Please continue OP

>Let's call my coworker Dan
>Dan asks me if I know her
>I don't
>He tells me she's a prostitute
>I'm half happy, half sad, since i kind of dreamed of a bullshit love story for a few minuts
>He informs me where she leaves and stuff
>I get why she waits her all the time
>Still, i'm an employee here, i can't go and just pay her there
>Plus i don't know how to feel about paying a prostitute
>For a week or a little more, i think of a way of reaching her
>Remember she's a junkie
>Ask Dan if he knows any dealer in the area
>I pay him to get me anything he thought the girl would like
>He gets some heroin, sells it to me
>I wait for the girl to come back for a spoon
>Maybe two month pass
>She finally asks
>I Put some of the heroin in the spoon
>I fucking kept it hidden at work for two month
>I don't even know what i'm doing
>The girl takes the spoon
>She hides it in her pocket and goes to the bathroom
>I follow her
>She takes it, i fuck her for free
>I feel like shit
>At the same time, i want to see her again
>I'm lonely af
>Since then, she comes back for more
>I just give her a dose, without a spoon, we fuck, and then she waits at her table
>I want to take it to the next level

is the picture her?

bump

> being this dumb

is that all

No it's not a pic of her, she looked kind of like that tho, a little bit more pale and tired-looking in general, with that fucking look in her eyes

Anyways, i'm too tired to stretch this into an hour long story, but i brought her home and she stole all my valuable stuff and i never heard about her after this, Dan says she hanged herself

better get tested OP u got aids n shit now

>never saw her again after I found out she used to be a dude. Now I have Hep C. The end.

>i fuck her for free
Welcome to the world of aids

did you use a condom OP or are you stupid and a faggot

inb4 she bends the spoon with her mind, and says, "there is no spoon", and op turns off his virtual reality headset and faces the really harsh realities of reality.

I cut off the corner of a sandwich bag, and held it on with a rubber band.

Watching, waiting. Keep going, OP.

type

I guess i'm going to tall it til the end if some of you are interested. Plus yes i used a condom, i'm dumb not suicidal.

>Basically, we never actually had a full conversation
>One day, i decide to go where she leaves
>It's one of those gross but calm apartment complex
>I wait for almost two hours before i see her
>And i wave at her
>She's really confused
>But she comes along, she looks like she fears i'll rape her or something
>I'm honestly kind of turned on at that point
>She asks what i want
>She looks like she's out of her own body
>That girl is dead inside
>I tell her honestly how i feel
>We joke about rats and shit
>She's kind of smart
>We get to talk about her addiction
>I guess you know how talking to drug addicts go
>Her eyes lighten up and she just tells me lots of shit i don't care about
>She just seems bright talking about shit she likes
>I'm kind of sad now, since i acknowledge she's a legit human being
>I ask about her passions, she used to draw
>It didn't work out, and next thing you know
>She couldn't pay her rent, her parents kicked her out
>Things got though
>She didn't even talked like the typical trashy girl you'd come across
>She actually had some culture, and had that tragic, desperate grace
>I got pity on her
>I started to think about bringing her home
>Not even thought about banging her or anything
>She just made me think about one of my cousin
>Felt like i needed to help her
>I asked if she wanted to grab coffee
>She was mefiant
>We talked all afternoon
>She came to my HQ
>I felt like a fucked up good Samaritan
>I cooked homemade burgers
>It seemed like that was some luxury shit to her
>I let her spend the night there
>We didn't even bang, i was just happy to have her here
>I actually felt kind of dirty for how i behaved
>I slept on the couch, i let her in my bedroom
>Worst fucking idea
>Next morning,i go check on her
>She's not there

and more ??

Ahoy Captain Chlamydia

Gonna continue?

Alright, so she stole all your shit or what?

Then what happened?

>I look everywhere
>I rush to get my car keys
>They're not in my jacket's pocket
>Neither is my wallet
>Or my dad's watch
>That bitch took em
>I don't know what to do
>I go to the police, but i don't even know her name
>I feel like they're not going to do anything
>I call the bank, so she doesn't buy anything with my credit card
>She didn't even try

>They didn't found my car, that bitch probably sold it
>The insurance didn't really pay anything
>They didn't found her either, she probably moved somewhere else
>Asked Dan about her
>He heard from her
>She didn't move anywhere
>She killed herself
>The people that found her were some clients that smashed the door
>Nobody knows why she stole some shit since she killed herself two weeks later
>I got asked like twice by the police about her death
>Then everybody forgot, since not even her parents cared
>I did

Was it an accident, like an OD or something?

And what more did you expect?

Sorry but you must be mentally unstable to go for a girl like that.

Op deserve T bang her once at least

Nice story OP, write a book.

>thanks full
>She probably will use it to drug herself
>I awkwardly tell her i'm sorry

just imagining some imaginary chick trying to cook heron in a plastic fast food spoon

lulz at this fucking utter bullshit

No, she hanged herself to her window and jumped

fortunately there was a truck full of pillows so she was alright

Tbh i have no idea, i guess i wouldn't even be living there if i was mentally okay

We've got metal cutlery man

Duh he's on here plus he's probably read those I took in a homeless/ druggie girl and cleaned her up stories

sure you do

I'm going to write a fucking book with this fucking story

You killed her OP

You showed her a life she'd pushed to the back of her mind and almost forgotten. Then you brought it all back and she knew she couldn't truly have it again, so she jumped.

She doesn't like you. She likes the drugs else she wouldn't talk to you tbh. Sorry but the truth hurts.

To be fair, Captain D's has metal silverware that's washed in a dishwasher. It's nasty as fuck.

OP is a faggot