"Shane! Shane, wake up! You'll be late for work." A familiar voice jarred me awake. I heaved a deep sigh and slapped my hands to my face. Another day of the daily grind, I guess. My life isn't hard, but it sure is hard being me.
I finally untangled myself from the quilt and lifted myself off the bed. Tripping over beer cans and dirty clothes, I stumbled over to the light switch, flicking it on. I leaned against the wall, hitting my head off of it and groaning. I really didn't wanna go to work today. Or any other day. My life had become so routine. Get up hungover, microwave a pizza, tend to the hens while the pizza heats up, walk back in and eat, and then head to work. Work was the worst, because Joja would boot me if I showed up drunk to the job. That's when my depression and anxiety is the worst, because I can't drown out those thoughts. Sure, I had Marnie and Jas waiting for me at home, but I felt so alone. I had no real close friends besides Emily, and she's so happy-go-lucky I honestly feel bad being around her, with my dark cloud hanging over me. It's no secret that I'm unhappy. Anyone who greets me either gets a straightfaced nod, or ignored. And if they try and initiate further contact? I push them away with rudeness. I hate being this way, but the mental hecticness in my sober mind makes me instinctively push anyone away. I wouldn't know the first thing to do if I had to be friendly AND sober.
My mind often puts my body on autopilot when it's full of thoughts as it had been this morning, because I'm already out the door, on the walk to work. I sigh, and as I enter into Pelican town, I put my head down and stare at my feet as I walk. I keep going on my usual path, mind full of thoughts, until I realize I'm on my ass.
"Oh my goodness, I'm sor-" a small, unfamiliar voice said quickly, extending a dainty hand for me to take. I grab it, and pull myself up.
"Watch yourself next time, yeah?" I say, dusting off my shorts and cutting the other person off.
"U-um... alright then. See ya around, I guess." They awkwardly stammer, and rush away. I honestly felt sort of bad; I didn't mean to be such an insufferable ass all the time. It was like a reflex, ya know? I then realize, I had no clue who that was.
Whipping around quickly, my eyes search for the stranger. I see a short female rushing away, long, wavy black hair flowing behind her. I shrug my shoulders. Don't know, don't care anymore. I'm almost late to work.
