Problem Solving - A BFDI AU

Chapter 6: Loser

The only reason I attempted to eat anything was because I was craving some spaghetti. Something better happened, though. I dropped the knife I was using to mince garlic, and it sliced my foot. Kinda bloody, but It wasn't much. I didn't end up finishing the food, so now there's a bunch of food on the counter and dishes, too. My foot really hurts, and I am just sitting on my couch, doing nothing but being in pain. Man...

Cake keeps trying to get a hold of me, and at this point, it's humorous how futile his attempts are. "Please come back" "It's not your fault" "I'll do anything" hah... hilarious. Just then, I got another message from him. "We can go to therapy together," and y'know, therapy is probably needed, but I'm so far off it doesn't matter. I set the phone down, and my vision begins to blur. Five days with nothing but water going into my body does some stuff. I get up and limp my way to the failed spaghetti, and start working again. Every-so-often, I cut my finger, but it's unavoidable as I can barely see what I'm doing with no light, blurry vision, and shaking hands.

Eventually, I finished. It's not the best, but it's the best thing I've seen in almost a week. I took a bite, and by god, it was damn good. I finished it up, and realized, Holy shit, I just enjoyed something. I felt something I hadn't felt in a while. Hope. Happiness. Even for a fleeting moment, it was great. I sat for a bit longer, contemplating replying to Cake instead of leaving him on read. I choose not to, as that bit of hope fizzled out. Also, my foot hurts too much to care. Hooray.

I put the rest of the spaghetti in the fridge, and sat down on my couch again. Hm... Cake and I broke up ... has he found someone new? Most likely not, he doesn't move on that fast. I stare at my phone, and eventually pick it up. For some reason, staring at Cake's messages starts to fill me with rage, and I grip the phone tighter, before throwing it at a wall and yelling. It shatters, and the electronic pieces fall to the floor. I felt a bit better knowing I would never have to deal with that again, unless somehow I decide to go outside. Fat chance. I sweep the shards to the pile in the corner of all the trash I haven't cleaned up, and sit on the couch again. I start thinking about what happened, but I pass out, to a dreamless hell.