enemies flames - lrh

three.

Untying my shirt from around my waist, I slip it back on my body, wiping my forehead as I feel like I got absolute jackshit done today.

They left me shitty ass instructions that make no fucking sense. I hit my thumb with the hammer at least four times, so I spent half my time cursing at myself and every single person that walked by who just looked at me terrified.

Kids included.

Not that I care in the slightest. Stare all you want. Maybe if enough people complain about me they'll let me off the hook. After all, most people run around here with a smile and I can't even fake one as I'm far from happy to be around here.

I wouldn't be surprised if people started referring to me as the grim reaper.

I'm just glad the day is finally over. I'm in desperate need to just go home, eat some food, drink an excessive amount of alcohol and then dread the day that's to come tomorrow. I'm sure I'm going to be equally as lost and confused tomorrow which will lead to an equal amount of frustration and an equal amount of curse words that some people probably spew in the course of their lifetime, rather than one day.

Taking a look at my lack of progress, I shake my head and dig for my keys in my pocket. I need to get out of here, smoke a cigarette, and pretend as if today didn't happen. Maybe I can get high enough to the point that I can go to sleep somewhat happy. 

It rarely works but it's worth a shot.

I pat my pockets, preparing to pull out a cigarette once I leave the vicinity because I learned my lesson the hard way earlier that "cigs aren't allowed". Bullshit, I know. Something about it being bad for the kid's lungs. 

I tried pulling one out earlier and was shut down before I even had it lit. Apparently, the home is a 'smoke free zone' which has made this place that much more miserable. Evidently, all my anger and frustration was taken out by me accidentally hammering myself in the hand again and yelling at a kid to go away after he asked me to have a catch with him.

Some call it childish, I call it appropriate.

Just as I seem to meet the fence that leads me to the parking lot, I hear someone yell my name. I can't help but throw my head back in frustration considering I was so close to getting out of here in one piece, unbothered. 

I turn around regardless and am met with Lennon as she jogs towards me with a big smile on her face. 

You couldn't pay me a million dollars in the world to explain why she's smiling. How she's happy in a place like this is truly beyond me.

"Hey," she says cheerfully.

"Hi," is all I say in response, once again turning to make my way toward the parking lot and away from her.

"How'd your first day go?" she asks, attempting to keep up with me while taking long strides in my direction. I keep my back towards her, cursing her long legs that give her an advantage. I know they're what's keeping her close behind considering I noticed the second she walked in. She's a tall girl, taller than most as she's only about four or five inches shorter than my 6'3 stature. 

"Shitty," I say, attempting to keep it to myself but of course all her attention is on me so she hears it.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear-"

"Don't be," is all I say, cutting her off and not wanting to hear her sympathy or questions as to why my day was shitty.

Lennon seems to hesitate for a second, thinking of a response considering I shut down her apology. She follows me nonetheless, regardless of the fact her company clearly isn't wanted.