Where's My Love Story?

Friends of the Trade

I sat there in my one bedroom apartment, eating pizza and playing Xbox. I need to relax after a long day. Playing any game online pretty much relaxes me more than any muscle relaxant ever could. I should spend my time more efficiently but for now, games.

I'm playing some random shooter, I don't even remember the name of the game after awhile. I just play until I can't hear myself think anymore. I can't seem to get to that level of relaxation.

"Maybe it's you. Maybe I can't seem to relax because you're watching me."

I through that thought out of my head and continued playing games. I knew it wasn't you, I was just cranky from a long day. I can't really explain it, I have days where I just don't like taking people's shit. I get super grumpy and don't want to joke around. I'm just in a bad mood.

After getting obliterated and yelled at by 12 year olds, I decide to turn off my Xbox and go to bed. I walk down my dark hall way and enter my room. Nothing special really, one queen size bed, one dresser, a nightstand and closet half filled with clothes. I don't need much, just a bed and a place to put my clothes in. Does anyone really need anything else?

I change into shorts and a tank top, it gets hot here in Delcon. But it rained today so it should be cooler. I turn off the light and lay down. I look up at the ceiling, watching the shadows of the blinds move across from the lights of the occasional car. There's no reason to keep it from you anyway, I pull out a small purple teddy bear. I hold it across my chest and close my eyes. I feel the metal studs in it's ears against my arms, the cold metal is quite the contrast from the warm cotton the bear is made of. I think of what would've happened if I never looked back, if I never lost focus on the rope.

SCREEECH!!! CRASH!!!!!!

I jump up, heat beating fast and I look out the window. I see that 2 cars have collided, head-on. I throw on a pair of pants over my shorts and grab my boots as I run out to help. I run across the grass of the complex lawn and I almost have to skid to a stop when I reach the cars. I see that there are kids in the SUV and start to reach in to get them out.

As I'm cutting the seatbelts off the passenger, a small teen boy, I notice a small scar on the back of his neck. I stop cutting and realize who this is. I slowly back away and see that it's a Jeep Cherokee. I feel the knife slide out of my hands and it takes an eternity to hit the ground in a booming echo of metal and asphalt.

BOOM!!!!!

I awaken screaming, my throat burning from crying. I look through my tears to see my clock glowing blue with numbers reading 4:54. I hear my heart pounding in my ears, I start takin deep breathes to calm down. I lay back down for 6 minutes, not knowing I'm going to get anymore sleep, i just lay there.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

My alarm clock goes off, made by people to wake other people up from sleep. Well, I know a few friends of the trade too. Only they don't come in a small plastic box with blue LED numbers. Mine are in my head and will always be there.