I wake up to the familiar yet painstaking sound of my phone vibrating profusely on the bedside table next to me, signalling the beginning of another day consisting of nothing but getting by. I never get excited about anything anymore, the same things happen day in day out.
I like to see myself as someone nobody thinks twice about, the guy that you'd cross the street to avoid if you saw me walking towards you. I like that, people stay out of my fucking way and that is something I see as a blessing.
After about 15 minutes of delay, I lift my body from the comforting sheets of my hazy bed and drag myself into the bathroom of my college dorm room. I had managed to bag myself an entire room to myself which consists of its own bathroom and kitchen, that is only for the fact that my old roommate could not stand me for much longer and offered to leave before I sent him insane. I did not object, obviously. The walls are smoke damaged, the carpets filled with stains that reminisced past occasions of drunken nights overflowing with alcohol and drugs, but the general aura just gave me nothing but loneliness.
I rub my hands over my sleep deprived face in front of the grimy mirror, inspecting my overall appearance which is definitely worse for wear. My lack of general hygiene has broken out my face with several spots and rashes, my hair makes it seem like I had been dragged through a hedge backwards. Christ. I waste no time, jumping in the shower and doing the usual cleaning routine after a heavy night.
Whatever happened before I had fallen to sleep has me baffled, but small clues scatter the bathroom. I see empty beer cans and bottle caps overflowing the small stainless steel bin. The evidence continues as a trail into the dim living room, even a few pizza boxes and drug wrappers form a blanket over the small coffee table, along with a full ashtray that was millimetres away from falling on to the floor. I just stand in the middle of the room with a towel wrapped around my waist, wondering what to do next.
Actually cleaning up the place springs to mind but I wont hassle myself with that chore right now, plus it will make me late for class which is a decent excuse. I head back to the bedroom, towel drying my hair before dressing in my usual attire which consists of black skinny jeans and a black top. The only thing that has an inkling of colour on my body is the silver reflectiveness that runs across the front of my belt.
My phone buzzes across the room, the light glowing from it catches my attention in the dark. I should really open the curtains more, may add some positivity in this glum and doomy cave of mine. I head over to the desk whilst simultaneously throwing my bag over my shoulder, reading the text that is written across the screen.
'Don't be late today Harry, Matt told me he isn't coming to lesson so I don't want to be alone. Hurry up yeah? I'll be at my locker.' It is Aaron, one of my close friends. He kind of comes as a package with another one of my friends, Matt. They have been there through thick and thin, helping me with any problem I may have had whilst pushing me to get completely trashed on anything we can get our hands on whenever we felt like it. I liked the relationship we had, they have never betrayed me nor have they created any feuds. Some would argue saying they are my puppets, but I think otherwise.
Around 15 minutes after waking up, I leave my dorm locking it behind me with a sigh. I hate college with a passion, nothing about it interests me. Actually I take that back, the sex is great. Girls fall at my feet around here, everywhere I look I have some blonde bimbos eyes on me and usually within a few hours I'll have that same bimbo in a closet somewhere sucking my cock. They aren't usually long affairs, after I've received what I wanted I have no more interest and leave the girl as quickly as I managed to seduce her, which is pretty fast. This scheme has resulted in more than several heartaches but none of those have ever effected me so why should I care? I have never lied nor told any of the girls I fuck that they mean shit to me, they are merely objects I use for pleasure and if they decide to become attached that's their problem, not mine.
