Six Sentence Sunday

Okay, so this is my second post in the Six Sentence Sunday.  The sentences below are the continuation from a WIP titled The Last Someone.  You can read my first six here.

I hope you enjoy.

Good.  He cares more about those damn flowers than he does me, anyway.  I’ll show him.  I’ll show them both.  I don’t need them or this place.

I slipped my only prized possession—my grandmother’s necklace with a miniature lightning whelk pendant—over my head, said C’est la vie to the dated marshmallow-white furniture smothered by pepto bismol pink walls, and scurried down the tree outside my window like a human crab.