Laid Bare And Bleeding

Eventful Monday

Wassup, mga mananap? Jk, hallo.

||Balason||

As a soon-to-be adult, I would very much agree with everyone else, that I am not ready to be an adult at all. I'm already 20 and I still live with my parents.

But I guess, for you guys reading, that wouldn't be so bad, at least you're parents don't pressure you into leaving...

Speaking of leaving, my parents have finally gotten fed up with me staying in their household for over two decades,so they've decided to kick me out. Today.

On my birthday.

So it was kind of an eventful Monday, if you ask me.

And that wasn't the only thing, they also told me to "not come back until I've accomplished something" to which I gladly replied with "-beep- you"Sooo...

Here I am!

-In the middle of the busy streets, with my suitcase and duffle bags of important things, and my wallet with only $3000 worth of money.

And trust me, 3000 dollars is not enough for a small apartment with running water and no electricity.

Anyway, I'm in the middle of the bustling city with a suitcase and three duffle bags in hand. And I've got no where to go.

And what do neglected 20 year old women do with nothing but 3000 dollars in their pocket and are officially 110% done with their lives as it started raining while they were trying to find a cozy bus stop to sit down and at least take a break to recall as to what could they have done to deserve this?

They cry if course.

And after crying for about 10 minutes, I decided to pick myself up —quite literally because I dropped everything when I tried to get out of the rain— then sat down on a bus stop bench that was conveniently located near a conveniently placed motel and now...

Honestly, I felt like going home.

You know, turn around and walk back home with tears cascading down my cheeks and rain dripping down my muddy clothes, both of my parents waiting for me with open arms and warm hugs as we cherish such an emotional and sentimental moment— and that would feel nice...

But unfortunately my parents aren't that affectionate with me.

They always preferred the "tough-love" motive of showing me how they care about me. And most of the time, they were really good at showing me that they were really disappointed at me, or angry...

And kids like me can probably relate. With all those, I'm not angry at you, just disappointed bullcrap and You should be more responsible shits.

Ughhh...

It's not that I don't want to, but sometimes I'd wish for different parents, ones that don't decide your whole life for you.

Because I hate being controlled, I want to make my own decisions, and I want to prove to my parents that I'm not a natural human error.

And I want to make mistakes, ones that I'll regret for years to come! So I can tell my future kids that I was once a young adult with a mind filled with horrible decisions and ideas!!
And also so I can tell them to not do anything stupid.

Because I've probably done that before.

Sigggghhhs in contenttttt

Oh wait... It's still raining.

"Curse you, currently irreversible effects of globals warming and climate change.." I muttered, angrily picking at the dried and peeling paint on the bench I sat on.

Luckily, I was alone.
I don't want random strangers looking at a homeless 20 year old, and thinking, poor lady, or how sad, she got dumped, or something... It makes me feel weird.

Or is that me lying to myself again?

I don't care... My being is fine here! On this conveniently placed bench of a conveniently placed bus stop near a conveniently placed motel—

“Hey, are... You okay?”

Wait...

A conveniently placed guy next to my inconveniently placed (and soaked) luggage?

“Uhh... Yes?” I replied, he looked at me funny, “Are ya sure? You don't look like it.”

Then why ask me if I wasn't, Goddammit?

I shrugged, “Usually, I'd get a name by now.” I pointed out, kinda sarcastically. Which was accidentally kinda on purpose.

The slightly attractive and still nameless guy gave a shy sideways smile, which was slightly cute, and extended his hand for me. “Sorry, my name's Marcus. Marcus Bloom,”

I stared at the outstretched hand in front of my face and returned his smile, “Cool, my mine’s Leigh. Leigh Madison.” I said, grabbing his hand, shaking it.

“I’ve got a feeling you've had a pretty bad Monday," I snickered. He had no idea. “Is it that obvious?” He reddened,

“Uhh.. Er-... Sorry,” said Marcus as he sat beside me, laughing a bit, and so did I. Genuinely. You can't blame me, the guy looked so adorable. “You... Have a cute laugh,” he said, my smile widened and I couldn't help but gush.

“Aw, thank you! That's literally the nicest thing I've heard all day! Especially on my birthday.”

He stopped.

Okay- maybe... I shouldn't have told him that it was my birthday.

My brain was on cute-guy spotted mode and I couldn't do anything about it.

And in the next 2 hours... I'm already in his car, with my stuff, on our way to his apartment complex.

Woooooooohhhhh

Such an eventful Monday indeed.

Of course, one should probably consider the pro's and con's of accepting a stranger's offer of a free ride and a night at their home. But unfortunately, my desperate and lazy ass needed it, after being kicked out.

I'm pretty sure that He was just being nice, and he was.

We arrived at his apartment, it was a cozy place, even with all the gray furniture. It seemed really modern. And expensive, but I couldn't care less, he was nice to me and all I can do —at the moment, was appreciate his kindness and generosity.

So there I stayed, at Marcus Bloom’s apartment, for a few times. And there, I had —an eventful Monday.

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Yeahhh, it sucked.

But!

Let's try to be optimistic~
Hope y'all enjoyed that!

Bcuz I'm pretty sure I look like a raisin at how much I've been cringing while reading this.

I've sufferrrrreeeedddd.

Again, hope y'all liked that! I've tried, at least. And yeahhh...

Anyways, thanks for reading!

||Balason||