Still Working On It

Monday

5:34 am

He woke up in a cold sweat. The a.c. had been blasting cold air on high all night which made his room an icy tundra. He clings to himself in a terrified manner.
His mind was racing with blank thoughts.
"I feel like crap" he says to himself knowing that he always felt like crap.
He got and checked his phone, no new messages but it didn't hurt to check the dead group chat.
He want a to type up soemthing personal and sentimental but hesitates due to the fact that he made himself to act like suck a dick.
He types "sup" the proceeds to lock his phone and turn it over.
He turns around make it sure he doesn't see that sad piece of technology.
He curls up in an almost fetal position and questions everything at once.
But all of a sudden his mind stops racing and he takes a deep breath in. He looks to the curling to see those plastic glow in the dark stars. He smiles and counts them one by one. His eyes grow heavy and he knocks out.

8:48 am

He wakes up facing his phone. He groans and moves around trying to get up.
It was much colder in his room due to the lack of turning down the speed of the a.c.
He finally gets up and ruffles his hair a bit.
He groans again thinking about having to fake this dick personality of his towards these people he calls friends.
He sighs and thinks: its summer, I should enjoy it and stop moping around in this fricken house.
He scratches his head and walks out the room but before heading to the bathroom he stops and looks at him room.
His room was a dark blue and had posters ranging from old bands like queens to alien and cryptid posters.
He looks at the junk he has on the ground, stuff that would stave the soul of your foot. He scoffs and then looks to the left of the room, his full size bed messy and against the wall. His gas then trails on to the right side of the room with draws and his closet.
He remembers certain things from the closet, things hed rather forget. He shakes his head and heads for he bathroom.

He looks in the mirror to see his ugly mug.
"Ugh ugly cunt" she says referring to his own reflection.
He then smiles takes the tooth brush and brushes his teeth.
He uses his right hand to brush his teeth and his left to trace the bags under his blood shot eyes.
He had been crying last night over how much of a dick he was.

He washes his mouth and rinses.
He then takes a piss and flushes.
He goes down the fall past two doors one opened (which was his) the other closed and locked.
That room was his fathers. His father was put on a business trip for a few days so the door was locked.

He walks past the two doors and stoped at the end of the hall.
He looks left and saw the entrance to the stairs. Then he looks to the right and sees another set of stairs going up to the attick.
He shrugs and goes left, downstairs. His feet lightly hit the steps causing a mild creak.
He makes it down and looks around
He sees the brown couches surround the glass coffee table and the tv up on the wall.
He walks into the living room.
All that stuff was next to the stair case on the left wall and the glass sliding back doors were on the right. The shades had been pulled over to conceal the inside  of the house form the outside world.
He walks past the glass sliding door and the living room furniture and triaght into the dining room.
It looked like any other dining room except it was dusty and unused for a few years.
He slides his way through the narrow spacing of the walls and the chairs.
He make his way to the kitchen. He seems the grey walls that remind him of his father.
He takes a look and decides not to eat anything. He walks his way back to his room and lays on the bed.

11:00 am

He decides to get up and get dress.
He walks his way through the soul stabbing clutter that is his floor and to his draws.
He opens one and looks for pants and a shirt.
He decides to wear a white short sleeves shirt with some weird symbol on the corner like with polo or Niki products.
His pants were black shots that stops right above his knees.
He puts them on and some addidas socks.
He walks down stairs and instead of heading to the dini g room he takes a left and past the couches and into the front hallway. He puts his shoes on and walks out the house.

11:36 am

He sat down at a park bench and checked his phone for the second time today. It was a spam attack for him. He sighs and opens his phone by putting in his password. He looks through the messages and quickly skins through them.
He locks his phone again
And puts it in his pants pocket.

12:03 pm

He felt his stomach twist from lack of food but ignored it.
He stands up and shakes his head not know what to do with his life.
"Elliot?" a voice calls out grabing his attention.
He looks to wear the voice is and his eyes widen.
He didnt want to see anyone let alone be seen by anyone he knew.