2 x 3 (working title)

Prologue- Venus

The tears... They won't stop. I don't understand, its been over a week. I feel so broken... So destroyed, like I'm not meant to live anymore...

I guess this is what true depression feels like. Being locked away from the rest of the world. No happiness. No nothing. My life, you could say, was once like an endless rainbow that stretched across the bright, blue sky with fluffy, snow-white clouds. Then the sky darkened and filled with the thunder and lightning. The clouds grew thick and heavy; wind speed increased. Heavy rains and hail killed the rainbow. Now I'm in the center of the hurricane; my thoughts and emotions swirling around me.

  

I don't know what to do anymore.

Slowly, I lift my head from my tear-drenched pillow. I slightly crack my eyes open, only to see that face. I look away instantly. There's no way I can see that again. I will never see him again. Why should I bother living if I'm alone. No one could replace-. What am I saying?! Replace? Not happening.    I sat up-avoiding looking at that photo-and left my depressing bedroom. Stumbling down the stairs, I find my way to the filthy kitchen. I must try to stay positive.

  

For the next three hours, I clean my kitchen until it's spotless. I open the fridge only to find rotten and spoiled food. I quickly dial a nearby pizza place and place an order. Before the pizza man arrives, I do a speed clean inside my fridge and manage to throw out all the food.

  

As I begin to wipe down the table, I hear a sound that has been unheard for weeks. The doorbell. I grab my wallet off the counter and fly open the door.

"Hello." I give the man a warm smile.

  

"Hello Miss<insert last name here>. I have here a small meat lovers pizza. Just sign here," he pointed to the receipt. I picked up the pen and did a quick signature, putting down the pen and a five dollar tip. He hands me the pizza.

  

"Thank you". I shut the door and stand there until the sound of the engine was long gone. I stand still for several more minutes By the door; holding the pizza. The first person I've seen and communicated within weeks. And it had to be the pizza guy. Dang.

  

I trudge over to the partially cleaned table and collapse on a chair from exhaustion. I begin to open the box; slowly and carefully. I take a small bite; my face lighting up. I had an idea; I should talk to someone, someone who can help me. Maybe I can whip myself back in shape with a bit of help.

The whole pizza's gone far to soon.

  

I grab my keys and get into my car. I'm going to find a geologist who can maybe help me out with a few things that have been on my mind the past week or so.