Introduction:
Its fairly tragic how I fall asleep everyday in this same ratty old fucking bed. A coffee stained queen sized mattress that should be filled with two people by now. Desperate to fill the emptiness, I roll over to the cold unused side of my bed. Age 21 and still going to sleep each night knowing you're alone. Sure theres the millions of other humans in the world trying to decrease the void, but how can they even begin to compare to someone who is supposed to be your. . .soulmate?
Shifting my head I stare down at my forearm, it reads 00:22:54. Barely under twenty four hours before the clock strikes zero. Twenty two hours. You'd think after living a life for twenty one years that I'd be accustomed to time, surely a mere twenty two hours will be easy to get through. I stifle a laugh, casually huffing as I throw my head onto the pillow.
Unable to fall asleep my mind starts to wander to memories. They start off as simple memories from my childhood, insignificant things about my parents and siblings, but then the memory shifts. Now, let me assure you, reminiscing about school is never something I strive to do. Its merely that something triggers in my brain each time I look back at my past. As if it blocks out everything else except for that one god damn year. The silly insignificant freshman in college year, 'the beginning,' they all said. The time to choose your path for the rest of your existence. Too bad existence chooses your path for you.
