The first thing you'd notice about Eric Sanders is his bright blue eyes. The way they glistened whenever he spoke. That sparkle that gave you a sense of hope and faith whenever you look into them. Although in their darkest times these eyes would grow dark and souless, but in this moment, the once alive and luminating would stay in this state of sorrow and despair forever.
"Last night, a man was found hanging from a rope in the closet of his apartment on River Street. The cause of death has been ruled out as a suicide. Police are investigating witness Henry Waller, who was there at the crime scene."
10:15 a.m.
The sound of a upbeat drum sequence boomed through the silent room, waking Eric up frantically. Flustering with his phone, he managed to turn it off and walk out of bed. Grouchy, and bed-headed, he walked slouching slowly down the stairs into the kitchen for his regular morning coffee.
Double shot espresso, almond milk, and sweetener.
He sipped on the warm drink happily, feeling the energy of the caffeine kicking in. Eric loved coffee, ever since he was little, he asked his parents for an espresso machine to help with his lack of focus. Since coffee is a stimulant for ADHD, Eric took the idea and ran with it. At first he despised coffee, but after failing multiple tests and struggling to barely hold a conversation, he decided to give it another shot. Now, Eric can't live without at least 2 coffees per day.
Eric brushed a hand through his dark curls, sighing as he finished taking his last sip of his coffee. Suddenly, an unexpected knock on the door altered Eric's routine. He approached the large wooden door with slight caution. On the other side stood his best friend, Henry Waller. Henry was your average Joe with a twist, simple looking lifestyle in the day, crazy party animal at night. Henry loved the party scene, especially with friends.
Eric opened the door to reveal a smiling, ecstatic Henry.
"Hey dude!" Henry exclaimed, embracing his friend in a tight hug.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Eric questioned.
"Can a boy not come say hi to his best friend anymore?"
Eric grew very skeptical of Henry as those words left the obviously hungover boy's mouth. He squinted at him in suspicion.
"Ok now you're being sus. What do you really want?"
"...Advil." Henry hid his face in embarrasment.
Eric sighed in dissapointment as he let the poor man in his home, shutting the door behind them. In the kitchen, Henry scans through each cabinet and drawer, desperately looking to relieve his pounding headache. After searching for what seemed ages, he found the tiny bottle, hostaging one blue pill. He poured himself a glass of water and swallowed the little pill.
"Partied hard?" Eric said casually while pouring himself a glass.
"Fuck yeah, and I'm going to do it all again tonight!" Henry squealed with excitement.
"You're seriously going out to party again?"
"Of course dude! And, you're coming with me."
"Oh, no I am not."
Eric hated parties. He always ended up vomiting on a pretty girl, or waking up in the Walmart parking lot naked and hungover. Needless to say, he's had bad experiences at parties. That's what makes him the geek that he is.
"Oh c'mon, you barely leave this damn apartment and I haven't seen you in forever, lets have fun!"
"No Henry, you know how parties go for me, and you're going to be too drunk to stop anything."
