I own nothing in this…
Surrounded by the cold embrace of darkness, her dark veil blinding my sight and makes me to stumble about like a newborn babe. My legs like jelly, sloshing about in now what seems to be a red liquid that seems to slowly pull me under. I feel my panic rising, my screams for help only to fall upon deaf ears as the suction dragged me down further. My eyes straining to see the five figures in the distance all of whose eyes glowed showing different emotions, but none towards my own problem. The last thing I remember is a deep familiar laughter as the golden one finally comes closer to watch and this simple phrase…
"IT'S ME…"
Awaken by the sound of the phone ringing, Mike found himself on the floor of his small kitchen apartment. The back of his head pounding from the bruise he had from falling out of his chair and the slight tinge of blood that whiffed itself within his nose. With a groan he picks himself up from his sprawled out position and lumbers over to phone knowing full well who was on the other end.
"Mike, it's about time you answered the damn phone…"
"Lovely morning to you too, Gladis…" He said with false cheer.
"Don't start with me, Mike. You know why I am calling you're a month behind rent! I have been a patient Christian woman…"
'Funny, I could have sworn she was in league with Satan…' He thought a slight smile on his face.
"But even my patience wears thin, you better have some money by the end of the week or else you can say hello to your new roommates on the street!" With a loud click the conversation ends, and Mike scowls muttering small curses towards the woman. He had been homeless before; it was nothing new to hear the threat either. Taking a look at the dismal surroundings with roaches crawling in and out of every open crevice and the flickering lights that seem to dim no matter what type of bulbs you placed in them. Taking this into consideration, he would have happily pack what little things he had and left, but after making the promise to his late mother to make something better of himself, he knew starting from the bottom once again was not a good notion. He places the phone back on its ringer, heading back to the table littered with newspaper articles on job openings. But the more he looks, the more his mind descended into madness. Many of the jobs required him to have a college degree and good people skills…neither of which he had much of anymore and hardly ever used.
"What a load of crap…nothing here with enough cash to make this woman happy…" He tosses some of the papers aside ready to just give in, when his eye caught sight of a help wanted article in an old ring of coffee.
Help Wanted:
Night Guard Shift
Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria
$120/….
The remainder of it was smudged but Mike's eyes widen a little, feeling like life was still not yet done playing its tricks on his life, but what choice did he have at the moment other than another eviction.
First time doing this after seeing the game. Please no flaming and please R&R