Days I spend with you.

chapter 1

"i would drown for you, if you would let me."

Anisah didn't know what she was going to do with her life, it was a continuous cycle every day. eat, work and sleep, that's all she ever did, too afraid of change and no motivation to create a better life for herself. Anisah is left to live in a grey world that's always lacking colours and day dreaming was the only thing that didn't tip her over the edge. Imagine a different version of yourself living the life you want to live maybe then you can be at peace but until then cry so your eyes are no longer full of tears however, she wouldn't pity herself. Too much to do and too many thoughts to keep up with. Her job was simple, a hardware store where she earned enough money for rent, bills and food.

Tell me who took that shine from your eyes, time will heal everything will it not.

Waking up early in the morning was tiring 7am every day get to work by 8am and finish later in the evening, nothing special except the occasional bonus she got for not taking days off, if she could she would've quit after the first month, the uniform was horrid more dark colours, just great.

 Fake a smile for the customers don't let them see how miserable you are, Anisah lost more of herself as the days pass by. She watches people smile with their children letting them pick out their favourite colours in the paint section, she watched customers come in and out looking for new house decorations for their future home. Her small flat didn't deserve the luxury of having pretty tiles and marble counter tops. "Anisah stop daydreaming and get back to work" a distant voice yelled; she wasn't very fond of her manager always screeching at people for nothing every time he spoke, she got annoyed by his voice. Some people just don't know when to shut up.

"I'm going to be heading out now" I finished my shift for the day, I hate working its annoying having to put in extra hours so I can sleep with a roof over my head and have enough food that would last me until my next pay check. I plugged in my headphones and put my comfort song on 'Mr lover man'. I didn't live far from work but still I wish I did so my walks could be longer, the night was always so calming to me, everything just felt fresh, I could see fog and smoke be lit up by the streetlamps, and cars driving pass every few minutes instead of the way they do during the day. Some drunks here and there but it was creepy and quiet how I like it.

 I live in constant rotation as soon as I get home from work it was always quiet here, nobody for me to greet whether it's a person or a pet at this moment I had nobody. Dogs required too much attention, fishes do nothing, a cat maybe oh wait I don't need a fury version of me sometimes, I find myself to wonder what it would be like to have a partner to come home to, someone who can be there for comfort, a somebody who can treasure me and tell me that everything will be alright even though it won't be I don't even have a friend to laugh with, 

I am swimming in this endless hole of sadness and loneliness and it is all I have ever known in my 20 years of existence, and it will remain this way.

Taking my shoes off I make my way to the living room and plop down on the sofa it was cold and hard nothing to find comfort in. My coat thrown on the floor as well as my bag and keys, I had no energy to put them away. I sat down for a few minutes before needing to get changed, work uniform was always so suffocating, and I hated the blue colour jumper I had to wear. 

 
I'm glad to have the next two days off, I could relax in peace away from annoying people. I didn't need to go to bed early and with that I threw my uniform in the corner of my bedroom feeling sick by looking at it. I made my way to the kitchen to get a drink before heading to the window, it was almost midnight I lived in a sketchy area there was always something going on here.

 I could see distant flashing lights from local clubs and pretty girls in pretty dresses swaying down the road clearly drunk but they seemed so happy and carefree, why couldn't I be like them, more social, since becoming more busy and independent I became less social with my friends not talking to them or meeting them as much, I did this to myself always pushing people away for the sake of my own comfort that has turned into loneliness.
I was caught up in my daydream until I heard a distant scream my head turned quickly towards the sound, and I couldn't believe my eyes. In the far corner of a dry cleaning building a man seemed to be hunched over with his hands covering his stomach I quickly ran to turn my lights off and sneak back to the window curiosity getting the best of me, another person seemed to be standing in front of him with something shiny in his hand.

 I was no fool, was I actually seeing this right now. I can't be high right now I didn't even smoke my joint. He had just stabbed him what should I do call the cops perhaps? I couldn't see properly but was still scared, the good part of me wanted to call an ambulance but by nature fear always got to me what if I'm next? the person wearing black turned facing me, my heart dropped at the sight of him he looked up to where I was, but I quickly moved away hiding behind the curtains thank God I shut them, surely, he didn't see me, how and why did he even look here I made no noise, and I wasn't even noticeable. I walked away from the living room going to double check my front door was locked as well as all of the windows as sad as I was, I did not want to get stabbed for just witnessing a murder, oh my god I thought to myself I just watched a man get stabbed. Climbing into bed with my heart beating so fast and tucking myself to sleep my body was shaking from paranoia and fear of being caught maybe I was over thinking it and nothing bad will happen, but those eyes stared into my own.

 I was not a confrontational person I did not want to be involved with what was going on outside I liked to keep to myself, and I was sure as hell going to mind my own business. My condolences to the dead man's family but damn I don't want to be next. I tried to forget the dying man and the massive giant in the black hood who's eyes I could not get out my mind who knew he stole the galaxy and had it swirling within his irises, so bright yet so dark also terrifying why did they shine so bright.

Remember readers pretty men are sinful.
, he had an angel face with a devil heart.