Mike X Jeremy

Chapter 3

"Him?" Mike stated pointing at me.

I sighed and looked down. The boss nodded.

"Yes, mike." He glared at mike and patted me on the back.

I looked up at mike and frowned. He let off a 'i dont care' face and looked away.

"Both of your shifts start at 12:00AM and end at 6:00Pm" he said giving me a uniform.

"Oh yeah, also ill be giving you phone calls to help you through the night! See ya tomorrow!" He said walking off.

I looked up at mike and frowned. He gave me a hat, which fell over my eyes. The hat was bigger then I expected. He patted my head and walked off. I sighed and walked outside. I saw my bike still there. I walked over to my bike and unchained it from the pole. I put my uniform in my backpack and rode off.

-at home-

I parked my bike outside my house. I walked up too the front door shaking in fear. The door knob wiggled and shook, but didn't turn. I let out a sigh and walked in my backyard. My dad is probably at the bar getting wasted as hell, or trying to pick up hookers. I found an open window and climbed in. I threw my backpack in the window and threw myself on the carpet. I closed the window and layed on my bedroom ground.

(Listening too Yuna-Adventure Club Remix sets the mood)

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an orange and cleaned up my dads empty beer bottles and cans off the floor. I went up to my room and layed on my bed. I stumbled to my bathroom and walked up to the white sink. I grabbed the same old razor I use everyday and made more cuts. I didn't even wanna patch up my cuts tonight... Tears fell from my eyes. I walked over to my scale in my bathroom slowly. I stepped on it and looked down frowning.

"87... nice weight for a 19 year old..." I sighed and wiped my tears from my face.

I stumbled over to my bed and layed down. I layed on my side, wiping tears of my face. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.