I began walking to my car in the dim parking garage, why did I park so far? I though to myself. Soon an uneasy feeling began to settle in I knew something didn't feel right. As I approached my car the feeling got worse, so I quickly hoped in and started my engine before my thoughts could continue a skinny, boy who looked to be about 25 had his face against my window screaming "don't do it he's a monster. He will destroy you. You'll regret it." I scream and quickly speed away frightened by what I had just encountered. What did he mean? Was he talking about Shawn? I was so confused and honestly a bit traumatized by the event that had just occurred.
I walk up to my apartment still shaken up by the event that had happened and suddenly millions of questions began to fill my head but I sighed and realized I should be focusing on getting rest and feeding myself, what I had experienced was to be dealt with later. I close off my thoughts long enough to search through my refrigerator to find leftover pizza from the other night so I warmed it up and grabbed a wine glass from the dark wood cabinets above my marble countertops and began pouring my favorite White Zinfandel wine.
From the kitchen I grabbed my remote and turned on the tv to see my favorite movie "the proposal" was on, I don't know why I loved the movie so much but after watching it I always believed that love existed out there and that I'll find the right man one day. I sat down and my eyes were glued to the TV, I swear Sandra Bullock was so elegant and beautiful too bad I'm not straight or I'd definitely make her my wife.
As the move continued I noticed my phone screen light up and realized my mom was calling "hey mom" I said trying to chew the pizza I had just stuffed I'm my mouth "how was your first day?" She ask excited "it was okay my boss is kinda and ass but has a soft spot but the work wasn't too insane I definitely feel like my work old will increase the next few days tho!" She chuckled "well that's good to hear! Have you been Romantic with anyone?" I rolled my eyes and chuckled lightly "no mom, I told you I'm focusing on my career right now." I could hear a faint sigh in the back ground "alright dear well Micheal and I want to fly into Seattle soon to visit. We want to see the new place Rita informed us it was beautiful" I smiled, oh Rita is my sister by the way, she was definitely the favorite "that would be lovely, and the place is nice but it's definitely really small so be prepared." She chuckled and after exchanging 'I love you's' we both hung up.
I don't ever really mention Rita because there isn't much to say I guess, who am I kidding? There's a lot to say I just never want to acknowledge the fact she's the successful child, she had her whole life together. I mean she was only a year old then me (23) and she was in a steady relationship with a rich guy who treated her like a princess, not to mention she graduated from Harvard with all A's She was remarkable. Her and I have just started becoming close, when our partners split she basically cut all contact with me and said it was my fault they were getting divorced which in a way I guess she's not wrong but now that she's seen our Dad's true colors her feelings have changed drastically. She actually came over to give me a housewarming gift a few weeks ago when I moved into my apartment.
She was a good person and all but I felt a bit of fake vibe when I was around her, she always seemed to be the one to say whatever would make the other person happy which made me question a lot about her. In high school she was apart of a squad that highly resembled mean girls. She always had to have Chanel, dolce & Gabbana and just all these things that I never understood. Maybe those items filled a void within her but I guess we will never know.
After doing dishes and cleaning up a bit I decided that it was time to go to bed considering the clock was striking 11pm.
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Once again my alarm clock startled me and the same process as every other morning occurred, I showered, brushed my teeth, blow dried my hair, and got dressed running out of the door hurrying to make it on time.
