lonesome me

18 0 0
                                    

I walked back to my apartment and the phone rang I picked up the phone and slammed it, another prank call from these brats I guessed so I know it. I sat down at the edge of my bed and took off my shoes and my jacket I looked at my posters around my room "oh, Bowie what do I do?" I said to my David Bowie poster I then stopped what the hell, why are you talking to him, he's a picture on your wall not a real person in your damn room I thought I shook my head and laughed a little "stupid" I said.

Hours passed and I was in the kitchen making dinner for myself, I cooked myself pasta and garlic bread I opened a glass of wine and poured it in a cup and sat down at the table, alone. I looked at the empty chairs at the table and sighed "how lonely I am" I said I looked down at my cat, Thundercat "I got you I suppose" I said he meowed and went to drink his water "water, fun" I said to myself.

I looked down at my food and began to eat it "your such a good cook" I said to myself stop talking to yourself I thought you stupid loser I put my fork down and starred at the wall "stop saying these things about yourself" I said closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. I got up and washed my dish and fed my cat "ugh I hate being alone" I said to myself going to the bathroom for a bath, I turned on the bathtub and let the water run to warm, liked my water warm and not too cold or hot but a hint of both, I put bubbles in and got inside.

I opened my magazine and read about my idol, Debbie Harry and her band, Blondie I sighed and put it down on the floor, I cried.

I started to cry and put my hands on my face washing away the tears with the water and bubbles from the bath, I hated being alone I wanted someone with me or at least to make me happy.

I went to my room and turned on my lamp by my bed and put on my nightgown and let my hair down I signed and laid down on my bed turning off my lamp and leaving my little lights over my desk on for light, I was still afraid of the dark like a child I closed my eyes and imagined Larry sleeping next to me I got up in a shock and gasped, I thought to myself am I in love with Larry?

Another Time, Another Place/Larry Mullen Jr/Boy era Where stories live. Discover now