(Monday)
Another day.... another miserable morning. Sometimes you have to wonder, what's the point of getting up in the morning at all? Twenty-five years I've been alive, and nothing has changed. Even after graduating from community college seven years after high school it's the same stale drone we call life. The daily grind for a pay check, unfortunately I'm just an uber driver thousands of dollars in debt off student loans trying to feed himself.
"een.... een.... EEN!" I wake up to my apartment door rattling. I reach over to my phone and check the time. Who is banging on my door at seven in the morning? I slowly get up and dress myself in some black pants with a black tank tucked in and denim button up with my sleeves rolled up. I slipped on my shoes and headed for the door. The person knocking hadn't heard my steps toward the door, for their focus was so intent on getting a hold of me that everything else did not register in their mind as they knocked on the door shouting my name. I had grown aggravated with the uproar, and when I reached the door I swung it open. "WHAT!?", I shouted. "Miracle, I..I need a..a ride fast!", she pleaded. It was Daniel, my neighbor two apartments down left from me. "My mother...she's sick at the hospital, and I need to see her, but my car broke down ... I know you drive for a living, and I'm willing to pay you, Miracle just please take me to the hospital.", she explained. Daniel had fear in her eyes. "Okay Okay, calm down...", I said. "Meet me in the parking lot by my car", I told her.
I went back inside for a second and finished getting ready for the day since it'd be time to start work after I got this job done. After I had cleaned myself up for work I walked down the stairs of the apartment and met Daniel who seemed to have been crying, I could tell by the red in her eyes. I knew those sorry eyes very well in life personally. "Where were you?", Daniel asked in a panicked fashion. "It took me a second to find my car keys", I lied. "Oh...okay. Please let's hurry", she spoke softly.
We got in my car and did the dash to the hospital. When we got there, she raced out of the car without paying me, but dropped something on the way into the hospital. I went to pick up what she had dropped, and it happened to be her wallet. I opened it up and took out a one-hundred-dollar bill that she had in there as payment for the early ride.
I walked in the hospital to give her wallet to the front desk, however when I turned around the exit was blocked by a man collapsed on the ground having a heart attack. "Sir you can't leave that way, but there's a light construction area you'll be able to hurry through on the first floor, west wing", a nurse stated. I made my way to the west wing which was having construction done at the time. I tried to hurry through to the west exit and as I did I noticed a scarlet rope hanging over the window frame in the hallway I was passing through. I heard a loud pop, and scream following afterwards. A man had his hand in front of the back of my head, and in his hand a nail was pierced through. "Agh....whew that was a close one...if I hadn't noticed Corey struggling with that broken nail gun you'd have this piece of metal in your head... Hahaha....agh.", the man with the bleeding hand struggled to say calmly. I didn't know what to say I probably shouldn't have gone this way. I ran out the building, and I glimpsed back at that man, and his name tag said, "Jesus"...
************* (Friday)
A whole week has practically passed since I came seconds away from being the victim of a nail being stuck in the back of my head, yet life, still as always was dull. Besides Monday, it had been your most typical head banging experience of driving around intoxicated idiots, or people who had bitten off more than they could chew in life
What kept me going was knowing that there was money at the end of the day even though I know it wouldn't be long before I would need more, and thus the cycle continued. I'm tired of driving. I got up out of bed and dressed myself in the usual black pants and a T-Shirt. I slipped on my shoes and walked out of my apartment and headed to the local park.
It was a hot and dry city day, very unwelcoming. The sun was shining brightly down on me as I walked on the pedestrian walk across the broad road. Ah! I forgot my phone. I turned around and dashed back to my apartment when I heard a loud bus horn to my left. I was paralyzed, something told me I had this coming for a long time and I never realized it until now.
Just a split second later I felt something hit me from the front hard, it was all over. I felt my back hit the ground though and opened my eyes. To my amazement a man dress in white dress wear was where I should've been taking the impact of the bus.
The bus screeched to a stop after the damage had been done. I ran over to the man in white laying on the ground mangled. He was so bludgeoned that his face could not be recognized, and his white dress clothes now stained red with his blood. He was dead, his blood made a pool around him running down the street to where I had been...
From there it was somewhat of a blur for me. The police arrived with ambulance following shortly after. The man's wife showed up within an hour. I was still stuck on the bus bench in front of where he was killed. Every time I looked at the blood stain in the road I saw myself laying on the ground in it.
I had been there on that bench for five hours stunned, all that was going on I found myself isolated in a bubble. I had overheard earlier from his sobbing wife that the man's name was D'Angelo. Why would D'Angelo do such a thing for a stranger? I never knew him, and he never knew me before.
That bus was a construct of my own free will that D'Angelo took away and put the consequence of my life, on himself instead of me... I finally found the strength to go back home and fall asleep.
*********** (Sunday)
I had a dream last night...D'Angelo was there. I stood at the crest of a hill and stared down at a moonlit field for miles and miles out. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around, it was D'Angelo clear as day standing behind me on top this hill.
We didn't say anything to each other, but he stood beside me with his arm wrapped around his shoulder and he pointed to a tree on top of the mountain with us. I stood there in awe as the sun rose....
