The Demons of an Endless Rep

Opening

Jocell Stalin walks in with the stature of a drunken man with troubles he's trying to escape. Bottle in his left hand, feet wobbling and right hand grabbing the closest thing to him for stability. His face blank but eyes that you could swim in. Depth of them due to the idiocy of his past stabbing him. Smacking him in his face. He was everything but yet was nothing. He was the type to not even talk about his problems but keep them bottled up. Every now and again he went to the liquor store and grabbed what he had bottled up then drank all his pain, looked in the mirror and spit it all out. Occasionally, when it rained, he went to the corner and laid down, looking to the sky. This was the best pleasure because he didn't feel alone. To know that the sky was crying with him made him feel like he wasn't alone.

Serena Durrellé had just wrapped up at the donut shop. Her passion. Her family legacy that had ran for six generations.

Her brother and three sisters had abandoned it for bigger dreams. Two of the sisters would move on to cosmetology, the other moved on to the governor of Tennessee after being mayor of their hometown, Gardentown, for ten straight years. As for her brother, nobody knew.

She was the youngest next to her brother and wanted the donut shop. She adored the shop. The fragrance of sweets, the feel of the soft dough, especially the dawn sun shining through the windows. Nothing could be a better pleasure.

Wrapped up in the thoughts of how she got to the present, she eventually realized that it had started raining. It was weird. She watched the news and they didn't predict rain for this week. Luckily she learned to always be prepared in a city like Gardentown. She ran and ran as the rain picked up, not watching where she was going.

"Oh-" she tripped and fell onto the wet concrete.

"Nice night to be on the ground, isn't it?" Jocell puts his hand in the sky, catches a bit of the rain, and offers it to her.

"Sir, why are you on the ground? Why are you just lying in the rain?" She looks at him softly, trying hard to be as polite as he was to her.

"You h**!" He yelled.

Nevermind.

"Didn't anybody ever tell you to mind your own business?" He gets up and the empty bottle rolls off his chest, reaching for her right arm before she jerks away. He falls over.

"Ugh! I'm leaving!" She gets up and runs away, leaving her umbrella.

"Dumb blonde. Stereotypes are a b*t*h especially when they're spot on." He grabs the umbrella and stabs himself with it playfully. "How did I get so low?" Jocell groans, throwing the umbrella to the side, falling asleep.