The Day I Found You

chapter one

I woke up again by the drops of the rain, My Shabby apartment had no better ceiling than my expectation in life. It was 4 am, I slept only for 2 hours that night and I was so happy with that rate of progressing because the night before, I was obligated to listen to the great conversation that was going between my landlord and his 20s prostitute downstairs. After fighting for hours about abortion I still can't understand how they ended up forgetting all about it and having a wild night with loud moans. couldn't understand why they had to be so loud? was it really uncontrollable or they were so narcissistically eager to show off? 

 I spent the few hours before heading to work cleaning the mess that caused by heaven's sadness, to be more precise I had no dry place to sleep at since everything is ocean-like wet. At 6 am, I took a final look at the mirror and saw nothing but a reflection of what suppose to be "a Living human being". I went downstairs holding my umbrella tight while the strong winds were splashing the rain under my umbrella, it fought bravely to protect me till it turned inside down. it was such a waste of money since it's the third umbrella that broke tragically that monthhat should I say? wasting my money on cheap things what the best thing that made me feel I was saving but actually not.

Once I entered the subway wet from head to toe the rain stopped, and guess when did it start again? When I reached my station of course. I took a long sigh and ran to my workplace and head directly to WC trying to dry a least some of the wetness before someone would preach me about how decent employee should look like. I sat in my office and started a long day of answering annoying costumers.

"OLK LTD. customer service, how may I help Sir.?"

"well, I don't need much...FINGERING YOUR MOTHER MAYBE? BUAHAHA!"

What a surprise...a scamer....again.I had to deal with those kinds of calls all over the day, only 12% of the calls were related to my work position. I had always wondered how those calls come? is it a job for some else in the other half of the world or they held grudge against my mother. That day; my mother got insulted for six times in three hours only! such a progress indeed! they were meant to torture me in the time I was missing her like hell, They always had managed to run before  I could insult them back leaving me with a great rage of anger mixed with her last words to me. she left with my Dad to a distant Village where they can live with their poor potentials, she asked me to come with them but I refused to leave the city and I promise them to find a better life here. she looked at me with an eye full of sadness and disappointment. "you will die alone, my dear" her last words were ringing in my heart like the last piece of vase rolling on the marble of abandoned house. I couldn't deny a thing back then, I just stood frozen to my ground expressionless, watching them as they were turnıng their backs slowly knowing I would regret it for a lifetime but, I did it anyway. "Thanks, dear random scumbag for ruining my day....again" 

I worked for 4 hours continuously till the manager's assistant interrupted me.
"Mr. Andrew, the manager wants you at once"
I had never been called by him before but I kind of knew what would it be about, one reason for summoning me, as always:
"You summoned me sir?"
"Please have a seat Mr. Andrew. I don't know how to say that but...we no longer in need for your services. We ...." blah blah blah... appreciate your hard working blah blah blah... we wish you a better career blah blah blah. The same old fashion way to tell someone "you're fired"; at that point, I got used to it. I've been from job to another, I had no hope that job would last longer than the others did. No one hires someone anti-social and boring like me nowadays when there isin the other hand well trained "kissing-asses" soldiers. I replied him with nothing, closed his office door gently and had a long loud sigh of disappointment. I headed to my office while hearing the others gossiping, some out of empathy and many out of sneer. I went to gather my belongs which were literally my pen and my cell phone.
I stepped out of that building having zero idea what to do with my life. from where should I start searching for a new job? How would I pay my rent? and again the most important question; What was the problem with my life? I kept walking without knowing where my feet were going. step after another, My brain wasn't doing much at that time but giving my organs orders to work. I found myself at the shore of the sea, looking at the waves, I remembered the days when I was joyfully playing here singing and imaging all sorts of good things that I would be when I grow up. A superhero who would save the world, a doctor who would save people's lives or maybe an artist who brings joys of life for people to live. At that young age, I had always been thinking of myself as a special person who the world needed the most. But here I'm standing, a corpse of 36 adult man who life knew nothing about his exıstance.
Sometimes I feel really frustrated for not working harder to achieve my dreams but I came to completely understand that it wasn't and will not ever be my fault cause basically life is just a bitch, works with whoever pays her better. try to pay her pennies and she will show you what kind of crazy bitch she is. I'm a just poor guy living in nowhere dealing with bad genes and insignificant heritage of my parents. I wouldn't bother living like rich kids outdoor, caring less about a sketchy thing as finding a job or paying rent cause got many important things to be concerned about like buying the newest smartphone and which car in my house garage would fit my shoe color.