Sigh. I've done that thing where I wake up but then instantly fall asleep for about 4 hours again. I think it's depression. Not too sure though, could be a bunch of factors. Usually my dad would've got me up by now. I wonder what's up? I think he might still be asleep. What would wake him up? The Come Out Ye Black and Tans remix?
Yep - still asleep. I don't wanna disturb him though. He probably had another late night working. I don't know why he does that to himself. Has about 5 cups of coffee, stays up all night working, and then barely sleeps. It's a dangerous game to be playing Graham, dangerous game. I won't scare him into waking up. That's not a nice thing to be doing. I will... gently shake him to see if he wakes up.
E: [slowly opens door] ¿Papá? It's time to get up.
G: [snoring]
E: [comes into room] Paaaaaaaaa. It's almost 10am. [gently shakes]
G: [wakes up] Oh, hello Evin.
E: Did you mean to sleep in?
G: I didn't set an alarm for myself last night. [sits up] I just don't feel well anymore.
E: [climbs onto bed] Well we can't be having this, can we?
G: I don't wanna quit work but... at the same time I do. So much is going on right now that I can't control. The company needs a full overhaul.
E: Why don't you do that then?
G: Evin, you do realise that can be a costly measure and it mightn't even solve the problem, right?
E: [thinking]
G: I need to create a new policy or create a new system that allows for people to anonymously report things like bullying. HR's a mess for things like that.
E: Your company, you can do what you want.
G: I need a coffee. [gets up to turn on machine]
E: [rushes over to stop]
G: Evin what are you doing?
E: You're not having another coffee.
G: [taken back]
E: Stop drinking it the moment anything remotely time consuming comes up.
G: Are you really telling me that?
E: It's clearly become a problem.
G: Says you.
E: Fuck off would you? [leaves]
G: Evin... wait. [follows]
E: [walking towards bedroom]
G: [yelling] Evin - stop this nonsense right now!
E: [screams and slams bedroom door]
G: [stops walking] What the hell has come over me?
E: [crying]
G: Evin, darling. I'm so sorry.
E: Fuck off.
G: Please, I really didn't mean to.
E: [sobbing]
G: [steps away from door] I terrified the poor critter.
E: [wailing in fear]
G: [sighs and approaches door] Evin, I'm so sorry. I don't know what overcame me. I shouldn't be putting all my stress on you, and I shouldn't be telling you things about your own stresses that'll make them worse. Won't you come out? I get things are hard for you, but if you keep letting them build up, you won't get hold of them.
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The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen
General FictionThings never seem to go smoothly for Evin. Each day presents a new challenge for them, sometimes more difficult than others. Despite all this, they power through life their way and they won't stop at anything until they achieve their goals, or justi...
