Speak To Me

Chapter 5

I walk through my front apartment door, carefully shutting it behind me with my left foot.
I quickly pace into my bedroom and unbutton my soaking wet shirt, the drink made my body slightly cold.
I toss the alcoholic reeking shirt into the dirty clothes basket located in the closet.
Just as I was about to fetch an old T-shirt from my dresser drawer, I come to a stop. The body mirror in the corner of the room caught my attention. Carefully, I hesitate to take small steps towards the mirror. As soon as I reach it, I can't help but feel uncomfortable and somewhat self conscious staring at my own reflection.
I seem to be out of shape, per say. I'm not heavily weighted, I just need to tone my body. After all, I've had no motivation to take care of myself, like eating proper foods, consuming enough sleep, nor exercising, due to fact that my life went downhill ever since Aja departed.
Trying to ignore the idea of Aja gone, I quickly walk away from the mirror and release a quiet grunt, and head towards the worn out t-shirt that I left on top of the dresser. In a fast speed, I slip on the shirt and change into flexible, grey sweatpants.

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I step into the so called "living room", and sit on the very small sofa couch, which only holds about two people.
I flick on the t.v. screen with the remote programmed to the extremely small t.v., which is definitely not a flat-screen, but one of those older ones with the large cable box connected to the back.
As soon as the screen creates a picture, I notice the familiar movie shown, and I instantly hear the theme song to the one and only, "Titanic".
The heart located inside my body began pumping, uncomfortably, that I heard the constant beating noises that rang throughout my entire insides.
This was one of the very first movies Aja and I watched together at her house. Forcefully and harsh-fully, I clicked the t.v. off, slamming the remote on the coffee table.
Seconds later, I realize what was about to occur. Unwillingly, my face started puffing up, my stomach felt queasy, my fragile, barely beating heart, ached, and finally a smooth, salty tear streamed down my face.