The Degradation

Chapter 1

"Sigmund Freud said, "If you want to endure life - get ready to accept death."

I accepted death but life is still unbearable." (c) Harry.

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"Aaaahhhh! Louis!"

 A subtle scream sounding in the room and my body collapses in a sweat on the mattress. I roll over on my back staring at the ceiling while breathing becomes normal. Damn, that was so good. Christie, Sarah, Lucy, it doesn't matter what her name was, but she was good. One more girl.

"What time is it?"

Without giving her time to answer I grabbed her wrist and looked at her watch.

"Fuck!"

3:10 pm, it is a joke? I'm getting up and running around the room looking for my clothes. I'm dressing, listening to her claims and insults.

"I have a lecture in five minutes! Where's that damn shirt?!"

"Will you call me?"

"Don't get your hopes up."

And always the same claims that come next. I don't pay attention to. I was accustomed to that. I'm trying to style my hair, but it doesn't work, and I sigh heavily. I take my jacket, bag, and phone.

"Asshole!"

I roll my eyes, opening the door.

"Listen, Kristen ..."

"Eleanor!"

"Yes, of course, Eleanor. It was cool, you were talented and so on, but ... It's over, I don't ..."

I barely have time to bend down from a table lamp that is thrown at me. Wow, I look at her in shock. Each time, it's getting better and better. I can't keep an ironic laugh, looking around the shards of glass on the floor.

"Okay, okay. Have a nice day too." and I leave the room, hearing her screams.

***

I take a deep breath. She's crazy, and I can't stop laughing before looking at my phone. 3:18 pm.

"Damn!"

I had no choice besides to run. Studies started 3 weeks ago, and I've never come on time. At these moments, I realize that the college campus is huge, and panting, I run up to class. The door suddenly opens and someone pushes me rudely.

"Can't be more careful?!"

Get up quickly and I try to catch my breath. I could see only a mass of curly hair, disappearing in the hallway.

"Forgot to say sorry?"

He most likely forgot it because he didn't turn around.

"Asshole."

I adjusted my shirt and run my hand through my hair before going into the lecture room.

"Hey, Mr. Tomlinson has honored to please us with his presence."

I roll my eyes and sit on one of the benches. It's always the same, and I thought that college teachers were not paying attention to students but I guess when your father is the main sponsor of the university, it changes everything. Just sitting down, I pull out my Mac and log in to the campus network conversations. Listening to a lecture, almost without really interesting. New messages, new phone numbers, insults, invitations to parties, and among all this, one mail caught my attention.