I got home around 6 in the morning, I threw my keys on the table and headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower. It's been a routine of mine ever since I started spending the night's with Johnathan. My mom doesn't live here anymore, she left me the house and decided to make up for her teen years, I don't really know where she is, I don't like to think of it much because I end up with the thought that I really don't care. Nobody wants to think like that.
-"OPEN UP! C'MON, JUST OPEN UP!" I was getting undressed when I heard someone banging on the door, I knew who it was, it's been like this for almost a year now.- "God, fuck, it's too early for this shit." I kept repeating as I got dressed again and looked for the broom stick. This fuck has been on my ass for a while now, we used to be "friends", me and my neighbor from 3 houses to the left, I had a bad habit of borrowing his stuff whenever I came by to visit him, he punched me in the face once because he got drunk and accused me of stealing, I didn't feel bad about it because I knew he just wanted to unload inside me whenever he invited me over, ever since he's been bitching and banging on my door to take his crap back. A pair of clippers, a lighter.. doesn't even work anymore, clothes and some money. Usually I would've continued to my shower but ever since he broke his fist on my face, I've been wanting to return the favor.
I opened the door and I had the broom stick up, ready to bash his face in. Wait, wait, fuck, stop! I was wrong. It was a boy, sweating and out of breath. No.. it was raining, He must've seen me walk in the house, I was probably the only one awake at this hour. He screamed bloody murder when he saw me with the broom stick and ran away before I could let him in, or at least explain. Way to go asshole.. he even left his bike. Might as well take it in and wait for him to come back, do something nice for the poor kid, I think I've seen him before, meh. On my way back to the bathroom I noticed I was half naked, shit, was it the broom stick or my un-shaven armpits that scared him away? I'll just go to sleep, shower later, sleep now.. I need a new lighter..
I fall asleep, and it's the same as always, dreams of being chased by trees and floating droplets on my head. Calm, clean, safe. I know that I might not care where she is.. but I do miss her. Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.. she used to sing it to me, I catch myself singing it at times, she had a silky voice that would melt anyone away, but then she started bying those things.. she was a walking chimney. Haven't heard much of her singing ever since, but oh so nice it felt to let her words dance in my ears. I could've asked her to stay, I should've.
It's 10 already?! I can't go like this. I need a goddamn lighter.
