The Future IS Really Now.

I'm Done!

It is December 11th, 6:30 AM

The previous day was a rough one to say the very least, and I can't say that my sleep was any better. I don't even feel energized enough to crawl out of bed and do a basic thing, like getting my things around to head to class. My lack of sleep was caused by one thing and one thing only. Kyle's vile actions. Maybe I AM ready to stand up for myself. Maybe, before Kyle wakes up, I should contact the person in charge of the dorm order and ask for a new dorm. This is becoming way too much for me to handle. 

So, after mustering up the courage I grab my keys to drive to the building on campus where that stuff is arranged, it's too late. Kyle is up. I am then welcomed with a condescending, "Where are you going!? Are you just mad that I fed you the truth about yourself and gave you what you deserved, life isn't always easy! And you don't just get to- huh?"

By the time he was finished with his lecture, I was already out of the dorm. I didn't want to hear it from him anymore. I'm getting my dorm changed and that is final. I'm done with having to hear his bullshit. I head to my car, start it up, make sure I have my Pokemon, and then head to the arrangement building. I could easily walk, but... y'know. It's only 6:30 AM, which means it's still deadly dark out. Which, if you have been paying attention at all throughout this entire story, you would know that it is not that good for me. 

I open up the doors of the facility and politely introduce myself in front of the staff member. She takes my name, what class I'm in, what I'm majoring in, and takes it all into account. Then, hands me paperwork. I'm not a big fan of paperwork. Sometimes, they are asking for a lot, or they are asking the most vague questions that I don't even know the answer to. But this was different, somehow.  It was all clear questions like what my name was, what class I was in, what the problem with my current roommate is, and all of the things the lady at the counter and I already assessed. 

Perhaps they keep this on paper just so they can remember who they talked to. I would imagine they would have to have quite a few student's data this year, especially with the campaign at the space center. I sign the papers, and wait for directions on what to do with this. The receptionist tells me that I am free to head back to my dorm to pack my things. My move will be done as soon as tomorrow! I can finally move away from Kyle and stay in a safe environment where I don't feel like I'm being targeted all the time! This will be great. 

December 11th, 9:00 AM 

I park my car, and then enter back into my dorm room. As soon as I walk in, I see Kyle. Kyle has a sourpuss look on his face right now. I wonder who put a stick up there. If it just so happens to be me, that wouldn't make sense, right? Turns out, it IS me. 

"Why do you want to move out of here!? I was just being honest! Y'know, maybe if you found the source of your fear, it would go away, and you don't have to be a pussy bitch-boy anymore!"

I'm angered. Him and Ellery know that my fear is only provoked and caused by trauma. Why does Kyle know this? Because he has to read over resumes with Ellery in order to hire employees. I snap. I say to him, well, more like yell to him, "YOU CAN'T GET RID OF TRAUMA FULLY." I don't regret snapping. But Kyle.. didn't take that one well. I get a swift punch to the face, and then an earful on why I was in the wrong this entire time. This toxic environment is not where I want to be in life. It's not what I dreamed everything to be. Maybe if Kyle was gone I would be able to join my college and work life in peace but... I can't do that. Can I?

Do I deserve to be happy? Even if I don't, I'm done with him!