I went numb. My son was the only one I loved. I stood up from my desk and ran to the bathroom.
I vomited twice. The tears blinded my eyes as I choked on the vomit. I ran out the back exit into the alleyway still unable to breath from the tears and vomit. I was panting trying to get some fresh air.
"So, bad day, huh, bud?"
I turned around fast quickly wiping the tears of my face.
"What's it to you?" I mustered.
"I could help.... it'll cost yah." He stated. He looked around so he knew there was no witnesses.
I glared at him.
"You can't help me" I mumbled.
"This'll help you it is 100% guaranteed." He chuckled.
The man had some stubble and looked around thirty-five years old. His clothes where dirty but looked well kept other than that.
He walked over and put his hand on me. I wanted to shove it off, but the human contact gave me comfort. I was filled with numbness. I haven't felt this calm in 5 years.
He was in the alleyway everyday for the next month I would pay him and he would make me relax. After while I couldn't even remember my son's name. I never had to mourn..... I forgot everything..
I was calm.
