I woke up the next day being covered in sweat. I peel the sheets off of my body and walk over to the thermostat. It's broken. Are you kidding me? I wanted to watch Netflix and read all day but now I can't. This week keeps getting better and better.
I call the lobby and tell them my that my thermostat is broken and my apartment is as hot as the sun. Apparently the whole buildings air conditioning is not working, so i'm not the only one complaining. I needed to get out of the building or else I might fry up.
I walk out into the LA sun and get in my car. I turn up the radio, so I can get my mind off what a horrible weekend I've had. I sing to Shape of You by Ed Sheeran very loudly. My voice definitely wasn't awful, I actually liked the way I sing. When I was younger, I wanted to become a singer. How could I ever become a singer when I can't even go to a college party?
I ended up driving to our local park. It was never busy because who wants to visit a park? I pulled out my sketch book and a couple of different sized pencils and sat on a bench. I didn't know what I wanted to draw, but I started to sketch anyways. I hoped that my hands would know what to draw.
After a while of drawing freely, I finally depicted what the drawing was of. The boy in the photos. Why did I draw him? I didn't know him that's for sure, yet I felt a connection to him.
I looked at the sketch a little more. I noticed something. Instead of looking happy, he looked sad and lonely. He didn't have a smile like he did in the other photos. I wonder why I drew him looking sad. Maybe because I didn't want to be the only one feeling depressed?
The sun started to go down and I made my way back to the apartment. Hopefully they had fixed the air conditioning, so I could catch up with Grey's Anatomy. I walked into my apartment and felt relieved as the cool breeze hit my body as I walked in. I ate some macaroni and cheese from the diner and headed off to bed. Before I changed into my pajamas, I hung up the picture I drew of the little boy. My sheets hugged me as I drifted off into sleep.
My alarm clock awoke me just like every other morning. I did my routine of making fruit loops and changing into my work clothes. I walked to work and as usual my boss told me to get to work. I took a couple of orders and made small talk with customers whilst putting on my winning fake smile. I still can't believe I can fake my happiness so well. It baffles me.
During my lunch break, Madison walked up to me with a smile plastered on her face.
"Caly! Glad I found you. Thanks again for coming Saturday. It means a lot."
"No problem, Madz. Glad I could make you happy," I said.
She embraced me in a hug. "Love you, Calz."
I froze.
Love you? What does that even mean? Love does not exist. No one has ever said they loved me before. I've never loved anyone before. This emotion is foreign to me. Did I love Madison? Maybe, but I couldn't risk saying it back. Love is a concept that I will never understand. I can't understand it because love isn't real. Love always dies out in the end, so why do it at all?
"T-thanks," was the only thing I was able to get out of my mouth. My throat was dry and I didn't know what to say. We sat there for what seemed like forever until our boss broke the silence,
"Get back to work."
"Sorry, boss," Madison and I both responded.
After endless hours of working, my shift was finally over. I took off my apron and counted the money I made today. I said goodbye to Madison as I walked out of the diner. I started to walk home, but in the corner of my eye I saw something. I saw a shadow of a person. My curiosity got the best of me once again as I started to follow it. I followed it until I couldn't see the person anymore. I caught a glimpse of him. He looks oddly familiar. Where have I seen this person before?
I walked back to my apartment after my little detour. I was about to change into my pajamas when I got a call from a strange number.
"What the hell?" I said out loud.
I looked down at my phone. No one ever called me. This is probably the first call i've ever gotten. It wasn't Madison because I have her phone number programmed in my phone. Who else would be calling me?
I ended up answering the phone.
"Ms. Paretti?" an unfamiliar voice filled my ears.
"This is she. Who is this?" I asked.
"This is Mrs. Anderson. I'm a doctor at the Los Angeles Medical Center." She replied.
Why am I getting a call from the hospital? I have never been a patient there.
"Why are you calling?" I asked, trying not to sound aggravated.
The next words she said made me stop.
"Your friend, Madison, is unconscious."
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