I awoke in my own bed. As I got up I remembered how that came to be. We had stayed up all night at Angelsea on the Saturday. The Sunday we all just slept and decided to come back home that night. I remember feeling like crap the whole day. I looked at the time and it was 12PM I had slept for 12 hours straight. I felt rejuvenated and aware. Today looked like a brand new day in my life. I got up out of bed and felt amazing.
A sensation you get when you have spent a really long time on a puzzle and then realize the secret to it was right in front of your face the whole time. I put on my uniform and then took my phone off charge. It had been dead for a long time. I went on Facebook and noticed that there was over 100 notifications. What the hell?
I looked at my news feed and saw that I had written a post about my sickness and how I want to help people. It was really long and had received 184 likes. I had only about 250 people on Facebook. The comments section had over 100 responses. Mostly by people that gave me praise and didn't know about my sickness. I cannot remember writing this. It was written flawlessly, in a sharp confident tone that didn't make people pity or look like a sympathy seeker.
I also had a few friend requests. I looked and hoped. I just wanted her to add me. I didn't care for anyone else. I looked and saw that Nicole Van Oscar had accepted my invitation. YES! It was not much but at least now we were friends on Facebook. I put my phone away for now. It was too confronting to read all the comments. I quickly finished getting dressed and went to go make breakfast. I don't remember eating at all yesterday.
I had a simple breakfast of fruit, cereal and a protein shake. As I finished my Sister walked in. Her name was Rebecca. She is what I would call socially awkward. Bec is really attractive for a girl her age. But she chooses to stay at home and rarely leaves to go out .
"How was the weekend?" Bec said.
"Great, actually it was better than great" I said
"Well according to that Facebook status, it must have been"
As Bec said that, I wondered if she knew more that I thought? Or was I just paranoid. Na just paranoid she couldn't have known what happened at Angelsea.
"You know, you called me at 7am on Sunday" I looked at Bec confused.
"I what?" I don't remember this, in fact I don't remember much from after 6am apart from bad tripping but I seriously don't want to remember that.
Need to forget about that. Like completely.
"You sounded really happy, I thought you would have remembered" Bec said as I shrugged.
"Sorry, I must have been really drunk, haha" shit maybe she does know. No its just paranoia.
"You said a lot of nice things Jay thanks. Hope you have a good day" Bec said as she went to the bathroom.
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The Lifeguard
General FictionLevi "Jay" Hart knows his a main character in a book called the lifeguard, or maybe his just going mad. Drawn into the politics at Australia's largest aquatic centre 'Water park' Levi finds that his slowly loosing his mind as management constantly p...