A cloud of leaden fumes girdles my sofa, where I've lounged myself to rot. I puffed a little bit more, till I was covered in smoke.
Empty boxes of cigarettes engulfed the center table, which is full of booze underneath. The bills were somehow submerged in between these items. I can't believe how much expenses I had — when I live all by myself. Gia's gone, and it has ruined my money-management thing. The apartment was nothing but a cluttered-mess without her; I have depended so much on Gia Ge — even my happiness.
She's such a phoney; Cheated on me over a man, who hasn't stood passed my height. Pathetic, she even took my dog. Well, ours... But still, I've spent way too much for that little Jack Russell. I love that lil pup more than myself: What more could Gia ask for... (when she has a gal that basically does everything for her, and truly loves her hyperactive dog) Oh I know — Dick!
Anyway, my day has been pretty usual: Got off from work, ate at McDonald's, had a little talk downstairs, and bought myself some junks. I have bags underneath my eyes that are so apparent, it could carry a lot. I feel like I'm keeping bees in there, cause it sting sometimes. I am so sleep deprived, that I could go frantic.
My phone lit beside me, and the screen flashes a message.
"Good day! This is Jackson Wang, your floor manager. I am in grief to announce that we'll be having our massive termination of employees. A ton has been fired, and so are you Miss Lin."
No worries, I am expecting this bullshit. That company signifies Bankruptcy anyway, I don't mind; All I goddamn care is why he called me – Miss?!
I am exhausted. Tomorrow's a new day for grievances. I stood up, and walk towards my room. A rope caught my attention, it was still there — wow. I have tied it on the ceiling a month ago. I wonder if it still serves its purpose. I suppose it's beneficial on my part; when I lost the love of my life, my loyal dog, and my sucky-poor-paying job.
"Lin Fan!" Knocks have banged my peace. It's definitely the landlady, what does she need at this time of the night? "Marco Lin!"
"Wait! Will you?" I opened the door, and I was immediately met by her Humpty Dumpty face. "What do you want?"
"Your rent is due! Actually, you have 3 months to pay," said the landlady, buffing her face into poker.
Oh, great! I am going to lose my house as well.
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Suicide Hotline
FanfictionShe never knew what life holds ahead; Marco was drowning with problems, and the only way out - was to give up. After the downhill of her career, lover's betrayal, and the uncanny lost of her dog: She felt miserable! The girl has no one to talk to...
