It's Mine (Trilogy to 500 Apologies and 2000 Tears & Our Fault)

Chapter 2

His soft brown hair and shaggy beard grew more focused in my memory as my brain processed the image of what he looked like and when I had last seen him. My body felt like an anchor as in my dreams I could fly anywhere I wanted, as long as the chain stopping me from actually being there was placed on my ankles.

 It bound me, kept me there when I didn't want it to, and when I struggled enough and was almost set free my eyes snapped open and I would be back inside of my room. I really do wonder if he ever looks or thinks of me, maybe even dreams of me.

 If you dream of someone, it means they're thinking about you. That's what my Momma always said. Momma P....But I don't see her saving my sorry ass and giving me advice in this very room right now do I? Thought not. Family mostly dead and the ones still living spread out across the world where I can't possibly reach them.

 I can't even get off of my fucking bed. Let alone travel millions of miles around the world, to Texas, to Canada, to Europe. It isn't happening. I have money, don't get me wrong, it's just that I keep it in my bank and let it slip away from the small mortgage I have to pay inside the condo I live in.

 I find my head turning itself on it's side so I'm staring at the wall, my body following so my back is facing sideways towards the rest of the room. Not wanting to be seeing or feeling the emptiness of the rest of the room any longer. 

I'm surprised my money lasted this long. I haven't been doing anything with it, but with the bills and me not doing anything it has to be dwindling away somehow. It can't be that it's been sitting still, not everything is frozen or stuck in a place they can't escape.... Or want to escape.

So how can I be getting money?........Ah.

A thought struck me as if it hit me on the side of the head and for a long time of not doing anything I found my legs swinging themselves over the bedside heavily and planting them firmly on the floor. Lifting my upper body so that I was in a sitting position, my hand reached for my phone which was plugged into the charger and immediately opened it.

Tapping the app that lead me to my money and balance and how to deposit it since technology has gone quite a ways since the very first phone made and produced as a product I stared at the screen which I read correctly and it almost caused me to feel fear jostling inside the pit of my stomach and the cause of what made my blood run cold for only a second.

'The balance of the shared account with ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ has been raised.

Balance: 20789.13'

The screen light caused my eyes to sting a little, and as I read the screen over once what felt heavy slightly lifted itself into a flash of interest that had passed through me. They've been paying all of my bills for me, and giving me money so that I don't have to spend any of mine. Glancing up to see my own personal account, I forced a smile to see it was the same.

Guess they're too much of a civilised person to leave me on a cliff of being broke like most would. Typical. It almost makes me want to get up....But I can't get up...

I just can't....