A Wake of Insanity

A New Case

The chirps of the robins and the gentle tapping of a tree branch on my window snaps me out of my concentration. The soft beams of light peeks its way through my blinds, casting golden hues of a faint light on my desk, saturating my monitor, turning it black.  Frustrated as it seem, I pull myself out of my office chair and swiftly walk to the window closing the blinds that distracted me from my worked.

When making my way back to my island in the middle of the room, my foot collided with my shoe causing me to trip and land on the floor. My body vibrated from the impact as a delayed omph escaped my lips. I sat up and grabbed my foot in pain. "Damn it!", I hollered into the empty room. With that I get up and sit down in my chair which squeaks in protest. The pain in the body lightly increase from the impact. I continue with my work typing away at the keys and angrily clicking at my mouse.

I should've listened to my mother's pleads. 'Be a doctor , dear, your perfect for the job' Surely, there was truth in her word. But, no , I had to be a journalist. I've been sitting in that goddamn chair for 8 days now. There's got to be something to write about!

I run my fingers through my coarse hair furiously, holding my head in pain from my migraine. I sigh loudly and continue searching on the web for a lead. A chim of my computer and a small window on my screen pop up reading (1) in my inbox. I groan in annoyance.

BlakeisBae3: how u been

I read his message greeting my old friend quite annoyingly.

Allen1: I could ask you the same question. I'm writing my next piece,  and if you don't mind I would like to finish it uninterrupted.

I finish typing and lean back in my chair which squeaks again loudly. I wait for a reply.

BlakeisBae3: so i guess u got nothin

I cringe at his lack of Grammer and writing. He was never really good at anything but walking backwards and burping the A,B,C's,  which is hardy a talent. I slightly smile at the memory of our boyhood. So innocent and joyful as it always was. I replied back.

Allen1: I'll have you know, I've made splendid progress in my report. Someone like you can only dream to comprehend.

I type quickly without looking at the keys from force of habit, trying to sound insulted by his claim. But, like a ghost, he saw right through me.

BlakeisBae : yup nothin

I sigh loudly grabbing my glass of water out of compulsion and put it to my lips. Unsurprisingly, the cup was empty do to me sipping on in unconsciously. So, again I rise up from my chair and make my way out the door into the kitchen.

It was a small studio apartment, the kitchen took up most of the space leaving my office to the left and a small bathroom to the right. I hardly made any money with my job; 9.25 an hour barley pays the bill. My body is still slightly sore from my fall earlier but the pain of my pounding head seemed to block it out. 'Great, another headache ' I thought while filling my cup with water.

The facet released a gentle stream of water that swirled down the drain. The water pour graciously into my crystal clear cup. Moving my hand over the cold, silver metal, the stream subsided and slowed to a steady drip.

Tink, tink, tink. It sang quietly.

I tapped my fingers to the beat.

Unconsciously , I pulled a bright, white bottle labeled Ibuprofen and let three crimson red pill slide into my hand where they sat lazily. I tossed them it to my mouth and took a large gulp of water. I enjoy the cool liquid as it slid down my throat, humming in satisfaction. I made my way back to my dim office and sat down in my chair. I was greeted with a another (1) in my inbox, which, with a groan an another sip of water, I open.