I unlocked the door that opened to my messy, non-livable place which I had no choice but to call home. I slowly trudged through all the mess and garbage, hoping to find the bed. A year ago, none of this mess would have been here, but now, I didn't seem to care whether it was there or not. I stopped and saw the old rocking chair; the place for my loneliest tears, I also saw an empty box of tissues; my comforter, and an un-used disturbing magazine which one of my former friends had given me to cheer up. Just the cover made me feel worse. Not even in my state, would I look at something that awful.
I lay down on my bed, not bothering to change clothes, and tried my hardest to drift off in a deep sleep, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind would just keep coming back to my dormant thoughts that lay in the deep darkness of my mind. I sat back up in my bed, and swung my legs out of the rough sheets. I looked out my small, gloomy window. I saw the same scene as I always do. Dark, narrow alleyway, an alone street light, trying its hardest to fight of the night with its pale-yellow glow, and the moon. The glorious moon. As white as snow, and tonight, full, like it's overflowing. I decided to try once more to go to sleep, and it was a success as I was awoken to the annoying chirp of birds outside my apartment. I groaned and lifted myself up and out of bed, time for another day of misery.
I didn't bother to change into any other clothes, as I was already wearing my ones from the day before, so I just flattened out my shirt, and straightened my tie. I went for the door, when I had a sudden pain in my stomach. I remembered that I hadn't eaten any food in days, not by choice, I just hadn't. Before I got to the station, I decided to walk to the same place I always do: Kopi Cafe. I walked through the glass doors and was greeted by the Barrister, John. I ordered my usual and sat, waiting on one of the bright-red seats. A minute or two later, John came up with my coffee. I took a sip of the drink, and let the warm, smokey taste linger on my taste buds. The coffees always better than you remember it to be. I took a few more sips, before I heard the chimes of the door behind me open, signalling that another persons thirst had taken the better of them, and that they just couldn't escape the clutches of this amazing coffee.
I looked at the time on my old, brown watch and saw that I only had about five minutes before I was supposed to board the train. I shoved my hand hand in my pants pocket and threw out what felt like the right amount of money, and took my coffee with the other so I was ready to fly through the doors. Before I knew it, I was already was all the way down the street.
I boarded the train to go to work, but was pulled back off it by a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a suit. "Excuse me sir, can you please come over here with us for a second?" I would have said no, but something was telling me that he wasn't asking, he was demanding. I walked next to this strange man, while he held my arm, and we came to another man in a black suit with two body guards standing behind him, almost as big as the one who had just escorted me. I was shown to a seat, and told to sit down. I slowly sat down still with coffee in my hand. The man looked at me, then the coffee and then back at me again.
"We have something to tell you Mr. Stevens. Something to do with your former wife." A shock went up my spine, my wife? What about her? Whats he talking about? "I can see this is very painful for you... well how about I just tell you it had something to do with the time she was, ah..." he was finding it hard to find the right words, "Bereavement." He looked at his bodyguards, and all four of them left me to ponder in my un-answered questions. The next few hours were all a blur. I had no idea what was happening, I just knew I had to get to work. The whole time the same question kept rushing through my mind. What was he talking about?
I finally made it to work a few hours late. I greeted the receptionist, who responded by telling me to go to our boss' office. That can't be good. Everyone else in the office looked at me, ashamed. With a look of distress, I clutched the door handle. Here we go, I thought to myself as I turned it.
"Ah! Hello there!" greeted our boss. "Please sit down." He continued. I sat down on the one chair facing the ginormous desk. In front of me was a name plate which read, 'Sullivan Munts' I've always thought that was a stupid name to to have. "I can tell that your wondering what this is about." He said. I tried to say something, but I couldn't seem to, so I just nodded slightly. He looked at me with a sense of happiness. "Well, let me put your mind at ease." He stood up and poured himself a glass water. He drank the whole glass before telling me the following words, "Your work lately has been sloppy." of corse thats what this is about, I mean its not like my life could get any crappier at the moment. "Your rude to customers, you don't always follow through on work, and even today you came three hours late!" I looked at him, not blinking, concentrating on trying not to hit him in the face. "I think it's best if we let you go." He said in a quieter voice. He tried to make it sound as if he was sad, but you could tell that he would be having a party later on in the day. "Stephanie should have your things ready by the time for you to leave. I didn't know what to do. First the thing with my wife earlier in the day, and now this? My life just seemed to be getting better and better.
