Warrior DOORS [2022]

Pt 1 - Owen Peter -

Owen

I'm a 30 year old man who lost his father recently from an illness. I have grown such a depression in my life.

My birthday is coming up, but i didn't feel like celebrating it at all. my father was always there at my birthday. he would always buy me the gifts I wanted. my mother died from child birth.

so I was raised by my father my whole life. when I was 21 years old, I seen that a man named James, I don't know if that's his name but he run a hotel with his two employees who I remember are Joe and Johnny.

but I heard there was a incident, they all died. but how? I wondered how they died, it's been almost 9 years since the incident. They closed the path where it lead to the hotel. no one never even dared to go down that path.

I'm pretty sure it didn't matter anymore, but i wanted to investigate about it. but now, after my father's death. I couldn't even help but feel hopeless. I feel alone in the world.

"Hey, Owen" I look to my left and saw my friend Sam. he was my best friend since high school. "You ok?" He asked worried.

"yeah.. i am find, just... you know, recovering still" Sam gave me a smile and hugged me. "I know it's hard for you, but you gotta get through this. your birthday is coming up, your father probably wants you happy" Sam comforted me.

I wasn't feeling better at all. I didn't wanna celebrate it because I feel like my dad is not coming anymore. I won't see him again. "Hey, you know I'm here for you" said Sam. I gave him a smile. I knew he would be there for me.

"Now, how about we go get a drink together?" He asked. I thought about it, maybe getting some fresh air would be amazing. "Sure, I'll get ready" I nodded to him. Sam got up and walked away as I went to my room to get ready to go out with him.

I'm a man who used to work at a restaurant. but I was fired after my dad's death. my boss said that if I'm gonna keep drowning my sorrows, then I can't work anymore.

I liked my boss, and he did too. But he couldn't have me work anymore. I feel horrible for everything. why can't I fight my depression? I know that if you lose someone. then you can't fight it. the pain and suffering will keep winning to the end.

"You ready?" Sam asked. "Yeah, let's go" I grabbed my keys and me and Sam went to his car and went to Starbucks.

"Is there anything you wanna talk about?" He asked. "Well... I mean, I don't know where to start but. my father died from an illness, I lost my job and now I feel like my life is a sh-t hole" I explains about my life.

"Owen" Sam puts his hand on my shoulder. "I feel like I lost everything" I just want to die and be with my family. "Hey, you didn't lose EVERYTHING. you have me, your cat. and your people you know" Sam said.

I only had a few friends, but I never spoke to them as much. "Here's your drinks boys" the waiter gave us our drinks and paid.

"You know, if you ever wanna talk. I'll be here to listen" Sam sat next to me. I blushed a little. me and Sam talked and joke around for a few hours.

"I know you like my jokes" Sam smirked. I chuckled. yes I did like his jokes. they were funny. "I think we should go to the park?" He asked me. I think the park would be amazing to go to. I nodded to him.

we jumped back into his car and drove to the park. I seen kids riding their bikes and the parents talking to each other. "Man, I used to have a bike" Sam said. "I remember you fall on one last time" I teased him. "Hey, I rock them" Sam said.

"Well, not always.." I laughed as he laughed back with him. I like to have Sam be my friend. he's caring and a comfort person. well, you wanna know my name?

My name is... Owen Peter.