Making Up My Mind

Making Up My Mind

ELIAS POV

Here I am again. Another day sitting in room, doing nothing. The only thing keeping me entertained were my thoughts. Day after day. They were so confusing and I always listened to them. I turned off the TV having no clue of what was on anyways, and got out of bed. I usually just slept in my undergarments, as you could imagine were the only comfortable things I enjoyed sleeping in. But the bad thing was I was always cold in the morning. My skin chilled as I walked across my room to the bathroom door. I looked in the mirror seeing a messy haired, half naked, covered in tattoos girl staring back at me. I groaned. My parents didn't do so well with me. I was absolutely hideous. I opened the mirror revealing pill bottles. I grabbed the same bottle I did every morning and took 2, easily sliding down my throat. l closed the mirror and went back into my room. After slipping my sweatpants on, I went downstairs to the kitchen for a simple breakfast. Coffee. A mocha. I put it in the keurig, sat a cup underneath and walked to the living room. I finally had a day off. Work was so hard but I can't lie and say I hated it. I loved being an artist. I loved drawing permanent art on people's bodies. But damn, it was so much work. I took my phone off of the coffee table and got on ig. I scrolled past the many band photos kids posted all the time these days. I heard the Keurig beep, seconds later catching my attention. I got up and went back to the kitchen. the steaming cup was just calling my name. So I answered it of course. Poof!! My body was instantly heated from the delicious coffee. I don't know how I went through so many years without it. I went back into the living room sitting down. I put Netflix on and stretched out my legs across the couch. Was this heaven? I'm pretty sure this was heaven.

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"Come on now Dean." I muttered as supernatural played on my screen. One of many common phrases I said while watching it. Before I knew it I had watched 5 episodes and it was now 2 pm. Oh gosh. This always happened. My stomach growled in soon realization I didn't eat lunch. And I was way too lazy to make anything. I got up and went upstairs to the bedroom. I changed into my jean shorts, revealing my Boba Fett tattoo on my left thigh and Scout Trooper on my right. They were my favorite tattoos I had. I loved Star Wars, it was just so bad ass. Then I put on my TSSF tye-dye shirt. Makeup was never a big thing for me, so I skipped that and just put my hair into a messy bun. I loved living in Cali. You could practically dress this way everyday. Putting my black vans on and grabbing my keys, the only thing left to do was figure out where to go. There was always Starbucks but I was way too hungry. Hmm, I never went the fast food route but I guess it was best for right now. It was cheap, fast, and they gave you big portions. Especially at Wendy's. I guess that's where I'm going. I threw my shoulder bag over my shoulder (of course) and went out the door. God, it was so bright. Luckily my sunglasses were in the car. I blasted Of Mice & Men as I drove to Wendy's and gave absolutely no fucks what so ever. Once I got there I ordered a baconator, medium fry, and a lemonade. I sat at the farthest table from where the most people were and began to dig in. My phone rang moments later and I pulled it out of my pocket.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Elias?"

"Yeah."

"We are having a really busy day here at the shop and we need you to come down and help us out." It was my co-worker. Arie. She was one of my only friends. Arie was the only person I could turn to for help.

"Im groaning internally." I breathed out. She laughed.

"Come on, Elias. You'll get paid." She offered.

"Well I kinda have too, but sure. I'm on my way."

"Okay, thank you so much. Hey, I'll even set up your stuff."