Like Me

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Morning comes and it doesn't feel any different, my life is still the same as always. Up at 4:00 AM to get ready for work, home by 3:30 PM, watch some shows and in bed by 9:00 PM, then I start the cycle all over. I remember having something to look forward to in my life. Like when I had my first serious boyfriend in high school, I looked forward into what our lives were going to be about together. I could picture a wedding, children, even a house where we would grow old together. But, in the end all I got was weight gain and depression. I really do miss what my life was like before high school. There was no pain. There was no emptiness. There was a hope for my future as a book writer or reviewer. That was all I wanted, to share the stories in my head with others and enjoy the stories they came up with too. Or at least I think it was this way. Everyone I knew said I was like this before the accident. But how could I have been so cheerful and full of life and not really remember any of it. Ive convinced myself to want that life back. The life before the pain of not knowing anything.

With the same thoughts every day I make my way through today no different than any other. As I reached my house door I dreaded opening it, knowing that I'll probably drown myself in unhealthy snacks and the internet until I was tired. I slowly opened up the door to the dark, empty apartment that held nothing for me. I walk in close and lock the door and get dressed in more comfortable clothing. Grabbing my computer I open it to turn on the show I was watching the night before. I get it playing, put the computer down next to me and grab my cell.

INSTAPOST- Fandom Feed & Possible Yaoi

FACEDESK- Family Events, My Life Is Better Than Yours Posts, and Random DIY Video's

WEBBOOKS- Unfinished Comics, Updated Comics, and Discover Books

I don's hear any background noise, I look up from my phone to see that the computer stopped playing, I guess I had already watched three episodes without realizing. I started the show up again and went back to scrolling through the useless media.

As soon as I felt myself nodding off, I shut my computer and made my way to the bathroom, a quick shower as hot as Satan's piss, then off to bed for me. Just a normal day, I did open a window in the living room though because with it being the middle of September I didn't wan the house too warm tonight. After my shower I got dressed in my flannel pajama bottoms and a white tank top. I had towel dried my shoulder-length mousy brown hair enough that I wasn't going to be bothered by sleeping on it. Laying down in a very lonely queen sized bed, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I can hear people screaming, and crying. All I see is rubbish around me, the whole town had been destroyed, half of it on fire, the other half already burned to a crisp. Children running without their parents, parents running after their children, so much chaos. I just stood there for a moment, my wide eyes taking everything in around me, when a man dressed in a black suit and shiny orange tie walks up to me. I took a step back and realized I was wearing heels. That's when I noticed I was actually wearing a skin tight black dress that barely covered my butt with purple heels and my hair done up in a clip. The man reached his hand out to me, he was almost a foot taller than me had I not been wearing heels, which honestly isn't hard to be since I am only 5 foot 4, and 140 lbs. he gazed at me in admiration, then with a slight tug at the right corner of his mouth he introduced himself.

"Hello my dear, I am the God of Chaos, and I've come for you, my bride, the Goddess of Sorrow."