The Degradation

Chapet 1.

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Sigmund Freud said, "If you want to sustain life - get ready to die."

I accepted death but life is still unbearable. (c) Harry.

- Ahahahha! Louis! – A sharp cry echoes in the room and my body collapses in a sweat on the mattress. I roll over on my back staring at the ceiling while breathing becomes normal. Damn, that was so good. Christie, Sarah, Lucy, it doesn't matter what her name was, but it was good. One more girl.

- What time is it? - Without giving her time to answer I grabbed her wrist and looked at her watch. - Fuck!

3:10 pm, it is a joke? I get up and look for my clothes suddenly spread to the four corners of the room. I'm getting dressed, listening to her claims and insults.

- I have lecture in five minutes! Where's that damn shoe?!

- Will you call me?

- Don't get your hopes up.

And always the same insults that come next. I don't pay attention. I was accustomed to that. I'm trying to fix my hair, but it doesn't work, and I sigh heavily. I take my jacket, bag and phone.

- Asshole!

I roll my eyes, opening the door.

- Listen, Kristen ...

- Eleanor!

- Yes, of course, Eleanor. It was cool, you were cool and all that, but ... It's over, I don't ... - I barely have time to bend down from a table lamp which is thrown at me. Wow, I look at her in shocked. Each time, it's getting better and better. I can't keep an ironic laugh, looking around the shards of glass on the floor.- Okay, okay. Have a nice day too, - and I leave the room, hearing her screams.

I take a deep breath. I can't help but smile before looking at my iPhone. 15:18.

- Shit!

I had no choice but to run. Study started 3 weeks ago, and I've never came in time. At these moments, I realize that college campus is huge and panting, I run up to class.The door opens and suddenly pushes me.

- Be careful!

Hands on knees I trying to catch my breath and I could see only a mass of curly hair, disappearing in the hallway.

- Forgot to say sorry!

He most likely forgot it because he didn't turn around.

- Asshole.

I adjusted my shirt and my hand through my hair before entering the auditorium.

- Hey, Mr. Tomlinson has honored us with his presence.

I roll my eyes and sit on one of the benches. It's always the same story, and I thought that college teachers were not paying attention to students but I guess when your father is the main sponsor of the university, it changes everything. Just sitting down, I pull out my Mac and login to the campus network conversations. Listen to a lecture, almost without really listening. New messages, new phones, insults, invitations to parties and amidst from of that, one mail caught my attention.

"What would you do if you had only 100 days to live?"

No signature, no name. I go to his profile, but it's empty. No photos, no description, no information. Just an empty page and a pseudo "Anonymous." I hesitate a few seconds, but finally decide to answer: