~karategirl7
Laughter was all that could be heard as Phil started drinking his first ice cold beer.
"Just like Daddy, aren't you, son?" chuckled his father.
All Phil did was glare at him with red, puffy eyes. His father continued to cackle as the rain started to fall down in sheets. Faster and faster it fell, until…
He woke up.
"Just a dream," he muttered, sweating.
Phil sat up on his bed and decided to head to the bathroom. All he could do was stare at himself in the mirror when he had flipped the lights on. The young, wrinkle-free face he once had was gone. Now he had bags under his eyes and frown lines. He let out a deep sigh before washing his face in cold water. After he brushed his teeth, he hopped into the shower. The water felt soothing as it hit his skin. For that moment, it seemed as if all his problems went down the drain…
He made a quick trip to the gym before the show later on that night. To him, working out was a stress reliever. His problems at work and at home constantly made him depressed. He felt as if he couldn't be truly happy anymore. He was always alone~ the one thing he was afraid of when he was young. At that time he actually had many friends. What happened to them? Well, they were all left behind because he wanted to follow his dreams and become a wrestler.
His alarm on his cell phone went off; interrupting his thoughts. It was time to grab some food. He went down to the restaurant he once worked at when he was a teen.
"Philly, dear!" cried an old waitress as she smothered him with a hug.
"Hey Jen," he replied with a grin.
"So you finally decided to drop by, huh?"
"Yeah, I felt homesick," he said as he looked onto some of the memorable pictures hanging on the walls. "It's been a little too long," he thought.