I waited for his call, I was so thrilled I couldnt sleep, the sun came up, I had a shower, had breakfast, then headed to work. Only thing on my mind was that call. The day passed, no call, days passed, still no call, I started worrying, is something wrong? God! I dont even have his number to call him. Just when I thought I could make it, it seemed that my dream was a little bit further then. Months passed and I kind of forgot about that guy, I returned to that same old routine: work, eat, dream...That period was Geneva Motor Show,so as a car guy I had to see whats new there, so I went to Youtube, started looking up the new cars in that show, when I saw it.. Its MY CAR! My creation, and next to it was that guy. He played me! He took all my work, all my sleepless nights, all my ideas, and made them his.
My soul was destroyed, my life was demolished, I couldn't stand looking at cars anymore. How could someone be as Fucked up as this guy, I begged him for help, I never begged anyone in my life, he said he would call me, he gave me hope, just to destroy me...
Alcohol and drugs were my friends when I had no friends. My girl, the only support system I had, is far away doing her own business, I felt left out, all alone, its true that she texted me comforting me, but in those nights, those cold sinister nights, I was alone, only Vodka and weed were my companions.
Months have passed, I became more and more fucked up, I was broke, fired from my job, drunk, high, I was everything I said I will never be. One day, I was so drunk I passed out on the street, hours later I wake up with a bottle of cheap beer, a man in front of me handing me some change. What in hell happened to me?! How did I become such a hopeless piece of shit? I cant do this... I dreamt way bigger than sleeping on the street, I will put up a fight, once again.
I got up, went to my home, which was a single room shithole, I took every penny I had, I grabbed my best clothes, had them cleaned, took a shower, basically made a decent human been out of my rotten self. I went out looking for a job, I knew I had a chance in the communication area, I could speak Arabic, English and German, and a little french. I managed to get an interview in a telecommunication company and barely got in. I started saving all I could save up, I stopped smoking weed, stopped drinking, stopped everything for the sake of saving my life and money. My next stop.. was Sweden.
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ActionIt is my first try in this book writting domain, but I had the urge to express myself. I had to speak outloud to let people know how bad you can want something. This is not a true story, at least not yet... the main character, is real, some of the e...