But To Live Does Not Mean You're Alive (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Eight

I spent the weekend roaming around town in the hopes of landing a part-time job. I got to say that it was undeniably challenging. Maybe it was due to the fact that I don’t do well socially. I should not be this awkward for life.

Thankfully, I was given the strength to carry on. All hardships were all worth it when I finally got accepted at a fast food that opens twenty four hours. Another good thing about it was that the fast food is located just few blocks away from school.

I was assigned in the utility section. The assignment that involves taking care of dishes to flushing down untidy toilet. My shift starts at 6 pm up until 10 pm. It was the only shift available and I was in no position be picky. On the same day, I started.

My weekend overall was pretty hectic. Apart from the new job, I also reviewed my notes and did some advance readings on my subjects. Having skipped school two days in a row, I might have missed enough that I might be behind. Catching up then should be necessary.

Dad’s good friend Freddie called me up one night. He's one of those few people who would not hesitate to help my dad. They've been good friends since high school. Although, he does not know anything about dad's ways on me. He informed me that they dropped by at the hospital and I should not be worried about dad. He’s doing just fine.

He also told me about dad’s car and job. Dad’s boss actually visited him and assured him consideration. And with their help, dad was able to purchase a cheap used car. He would be driving it home when he’d be discharged.

Hearing all those news made me glad. At least dad would not have to feel so bad anymore. He sure is lucky to have understanding and helping people around him.

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I was panting. Sweat was excessively dripping down my face. The flowing of blood on my side seemed to be untamed despite my efforts of compressing a piece of cloth I tore from my shirt over it. I plunged to the ground. Weakness slowly reigning over me. Was this the end? Sorry for failing you Dad. Mom, are we going to me again? A slight spark of happiness lifted my spirits. But soon, it ended.

Then I heard footsteps coming closer. He’s coming. Although the wood is dark, I could clearly see his silhouette. In his hand was a pistol.

He stepped closer, and closer. It seemed like time was getting slower. My vision was becoming a blur. But not vague enough as I saw what the man did next. He slowly pulled the trigger. The scene seemed like a movie. Only, it was real. It felt real. 

The bullet loomed to my direction in slow motion. I remained still, not able to move a single muscle.

This must be the end. Goodbye

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I was awoken by my consciousness. I was breathing heavily. I had a nightmare. It was bad. I looked around. I questioned myself, what happened? 

I found myself on the couch. After my shift last night, I did not make it to the bedroom. The powerful combination of exhaustion and energy drainage tranquilized me to a deep slumber.

I got up immediately, not wanting to over-think the dream.  It was weird because I don't usually have nightmares. Worse, I remember it so clearly. Dreams or nightmares are not supposed to be recalled right?  I killed the thought of the possibility of it happening. “It was nothing more than a dream Kurt, just a dream.” I convinced myself.