A/N: I'm doing it again...posting a story while I have another one in progress. I'm going to challenge myself and try to continue this and Devil's Play. Anyways, this was kind of inspired by the movie Eat, Pray, Love and I hope you enjoy it.
Sometimes when people are depressed, they cry themselves to sleep. When they're mad they go around town throwing a fit, maybe even start a fist fight.
Well right now I'm a mixture of both, and I have been for the past month and a half. I've cried myself to sleep at least twelve times, got into approximately two fights, and been throwing a fit throughout it all.
Now, I don't mean to brag but they used to call me the toughest in Ikebukuro. I guess I've been a lot more depressed than angry because people have the nerve to look me in the eyes now. Why am I moping around the city, you may ask. Last month, the women of my dreams left me at the aisle for my best friend.
Stung like a bee, their names were Celty and Shinra, but I find it forbidden to say those names now. If you think that's bad enough, I quit my bar-tending job for her; we were planning on moving to a peaceful place. She loved traveling around the world and knew exactly where she wanted to go.
Seychelles. Just the name sounds beautiful, but she ruined it for me. Now every time I hear it, it brings back memories. Even though it's been a month, this pain still stands over my shoulders.
I'm broke, hurt, and dumb. Now I know why my parents favored my little brother. He's known as Yuhei Hanejima, a successful actor; I'm just an unemployed, depressed, loser.
Janet has been helping a little though. Don't worry, she's not a hooker, she's a sweet old lady who lives next door. She has a forty year old daughter, a therapist, and Janet's been paying for my therapy.
I haven't talked to anyone but her for the past month, my best-friend and fiancé ran off together. Janet and I aren't very close though, I feel as if Janet only puts up with me.
It was a year ago, she was driving down at sixty miles per hour and she ran a red light. My ex-fiancé and I were crossing the street, well Janet hit me. I suffered minor injuries and promised her I wouldn't press any charges. Even though she got her license taken away, we kept a friendship.
Her daughter's name is Robyn, which is pretty ironic because she looks just like a bird. Her mouth sticks out, her nose is elongated, and if she had a mohawk I would have mistook her for one.
She puts up with me even more than Janet does, she pretends to write stuff while I tell her about how my week went, and she always looks down at her watch. And at the end of each appointment she'd tell me the same thing.
"This is just the way life is, you'll get through it, and you'll find someone faithful and who will love you."
Who would ever fall in love with me, I'm Shizuo Heiwajima.