Teared fate

Chapter 3

I open my eyes at hard knocks on the door, who was it? I never talk to anyone...

I stand up and i look myself quickly in the mirror, EW, I looked horrible! My hair was a total mess, but who cares. I walk through the kitchen and head to the door. I open it to find a well-dressed man with the Destinizer official army uniform. I chuckle. The uniform was quite funny because of the hat he was wearing. It was a large-ass hat and seriously, it looked like a cucumber. It was literally green! What a bad taste, oh my god. 

He looked at me expressionless and held out his hand, holding a letter, before talking. "Good afternoon, sir. This is a letter from Destinizer. I hope this finds you well and you fully trust us. I hope your future serves you as it has to, and you're not reassign-" i cut him off, and i take the letter from his hands and look at it a few times. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can't i refuse to this?" i tilt my head to the side and i yawn, he woke me up after all. "Umm no sir, this is not how this works. Would you like me to remind you our services?". I shake my head and change my position, so now i'm leaning on the door frame. "Nah, nah. Do i have to pay anything, or this shit's free?". He looks at me with a weird, confused, not-knowing-what-to-do glance. I wave at him as saying <<hello wake up>> and he steps back a bit. "Ugh, i'm not a monster damn-" he looks at me up and down and i do the same. "No, sir. This is a free service. Well, there will be a little extra charge every time you pay taxes, but not right now." I nod, fair enough. He takes a breath to speak again. "And please, sir, remember to follow the future that's written on the letter specifically for you. If you don't, there will be consequences. So we ask you to do so. Thank you so much, enjoy." He leaves and I stay there watching him walk away. 

After a bit I close the door and i go to my room again. I grab a scrunchie from my desk and i tie my black long hair in a low ponytail, before sitting on the bed with my legs crossed. I turn the envelope for about three times. It wasn't a bad envelope, though. I try to open it with my hands, damn that thing was hard, i couldn't open it. At least it's a good quality, i think, while i walk to the kitchen to take a knife and strip it. I lazily walk to my room and i stare at the letter for about 30 seconds... You know what, i don't want to read it yet, it's supposed to be a special thing even though i don't find it special, but i wanted to at least look decent. 

Thirty minutes later, i come out of the shower, rubbing my hair with a little towel and with another around my waist. I glance at my broken mirror to see a pretty hot image of myself.