Everyday Life?

Archer's Morning

3rd POV

It was just another day for Archer, a boring one. He really doesn't want to get up and go to school, it's boring enough as it is. He pets Loopus, who sleeps on his bed usually.

"Hey Loopy, are you sleeping? I'm sorry boy, I have to get up," he says apologetically.

Loopus is their dog, mostly Archer's but nonetheless, their dog. He shares him with the family because his family has always been loving and they love Loopy as well. 

The thing is with Archer though, is he thinks he's dysfunctional due to his OCD and depression. Although he isn't dysfunctional for such conditions, he hates himself. Loopus whines at seeing his boy distraught. Archer sighs and pets Loopus, "You're such a good dog," he says, rubbing Loopus' ear. He whines and nuzzles into Archer's hand.

Archer's POV

I'm so stupid. I can't help but listen to these words that go through my head each and every single day. I love my family and I appreciate them, it's just...I HATE myself. My entire existence, really. For one thing, I'm gay. And I know it's fine, but I want my parents to have grandkids... blood-related ones, but they never will you see... And I have OCD and Depression too... I'm sorry family, for being a disappointment...

I cut secretly when something is wrong. And a lot of things tend to go wrong often for me, for example, I really hate how I can't have one of my teddy bears mixed up without having a panic attack, and it's just stupid. Also, if my schedule is changed, I get all anxious and nervous. Maybe that is a more normal thing with everyone but it's more intense with me... I really can't deal with life, can I? I wish I were like my older or younger brother, they are more normal and cool.

I start getting ready after my morning self-hate talk, brushing my teeth, putting on proper clothes, then checking my school bag, skipping breakfast, and then going to school. The usual.

When I get downstairs, I see my older brother, Sow, eating breakfast. As perfect as usual and handsome. I sigh internally, wishing I could be like that. My younger brother, Canyon, talking business with my parents, who are getting ready for the day. My dad is the boss of a successful business, Doko Loto, and he is a millionaire. We don't live in a mansion because dad is afraid we'll all be separated and not see each other. Some part of that is true.

The thing about dad is he loves us. To death. He says he just needs us in the room to brighten his day. He doesn't drink or smoke and never needed to do anything to relieve his stress, because he claims we do that as his family. No matter if we are arguing or having a bad day, dealing with us always gives him a stress reliever. He doesn't care what's wrong, he just loves to help us. I don't quite understand it but he has never gotten upset at us on our bad days. Kinda scary he's so patient.

But I love dad for that because he really does care more for his family than anything else. And mom, she is amazing, juggling everything. She has a part-time job on the weekends, but otherwise, she just works around the house and helps us out. She will do anything to keep us safe.

Back to the present though, mom is making breakfast for Canyon, since he is chatting up dad, who is eating quickly and getting ready for work, although he is listening and responds thoughtfully. Man, how does he do it?

I walk into the room, and as expected, everyone says "good morning," and I say a "good morning" back.

"I gotta go, see ya, mom, dad, Sow, and Canyon," I say, hugging and kissing each one of them as I do. I grab an apple on my way out. Luckily they were too busy to notice my behavior, as per usual.

...Again, life is boring...