Growing up, I never seemed to get along that well with my older sister. We always fought, and even though our mother was always asking us to just be nice to each other and get along, she never truly got her wishes. All we did was fight and argue. But as we grew older, getting near the end of our teenage years, me and my older sister were able to put aside what differences we had and make peace with one another. For the last, brief few years that we had left together, while she was planning on moving out and moving into a house a few miles away, me and her had grown so close that we were nearly inseparable and it was hard to believe that we once had practically been mortal enemies.
By the time I had hit college, she had moved away and I didn't hear anything from her anymore after that. She never called me, never tried to message me on Facebook or text me on my phone, and didn't even send letters through the mail. It was like she had just disappeared from everyone's lives. Not even her friends heard anything from her after this.
I was now about twenty, and my sister was about thirty two. I wasn't in the successful position that I was hoping I'd be in. And I was starting to regret that I just dropped out of college, with druggies, assholes and overly sexual and obsessive girls being the reason I left.
I had many hopes for when I got out of high school. I was hoping to become something that I could be proud of. I had many ideas for possibilities, but the one I was really wanting the most was to become a businessman.
That certainly turned out great. I was now stuck working on minimum wage, doing ridiculous hours, with a bitch boss and had to be sleep every night, or lack of, rather, hearing my roommate scream at her and her boyfriend's sex sessions that sounded more like rape because of her idea of moaning and dirty talk.
But we all make mistakes, I suppose.
Girls were almost as bad for me as the craptastic life I had dug for myself. I couldn't, for the life of me, keep a single girl, and each one ended up screwing me over by either using me and taking advantage of me in various ways, or cheating with other guys and not telling me until it was too late; due to lack of a real conscience.
I had given up on ever settling down, getting married, and having children. Yes; I was still young. But after the sixth girl, I decided that that was enough and I was tired of the pain and heartache. My roommate was about the only female I'd consider giving dating another chance for. But she was obviously taken.
I sat still half-asleep at the small glass table of my kitchen. I was holding a heavy, silver spoon, like the kind you get at a restaurant, and had a plastic green bowl sitting in front of me.
I was exhausted and felt like I was running on empty. I had that feeling that you get when you don't eat enough, and, even though you're awake, you aren't exactly conscious to your surroundings nor paying attention to them; feeling like you're in a dream world.
I was so sick of the absurd hours I was being forced to work. And for what? Fourteen dollars an hour? Complete crap! I was risking my health for a job that wasn't even worth it while my boss acted like a douche to me for no good reason. And then, Stephanie and her rigorous sex that sounded like a rape scene from a damn movie.
It was too much.
I brought the spoon to my mouth and chewed up the cereal that was in it, wishing I would have just made myself some bacon, eggs and sausage instead of something so bland and boring.
Footsteps surrounded the kitchen, and coming from the corners, walking into the kitchen, was my roommate; Stephanie Michelson.
She was a pretty, petite redhead about 5'1. She weighed little; probably about a hundred and ten, and was lacking as far as breasts go. One thing she had that stuck out was a faint, small, firm bubble butt. Her hair was fixed into a long ponytail with a few bangs leaning down her cheeks, and was dressed in a red tube top and matching short shorts that showed off half her ass cheeks and was wedged in her crack.
"Good morning." She bubbly greeted me.
"Sure." I unenthusiastically returned.
"What's wrong? You seem kind of grumpy."
"I'm alive; that's what."
"And you wish you weren't?"
"If it meant not dealing with the world, then yes."
"What if I kissed you?"
"At least I'll die laughing." I tried to sound amused.
"Well, Mr. Deathseeker. I'm going to go out with the girls for a while since I haven't got anything to do today. We're going to buy some new dildos and vibrators."
"Good for you."
"What if I let you barrow one of mine? Maybe that'd cheer you up?"
"I'll pass." I blankly said.
"Just feel better, okay?" Her lips pecked my cheek and she walked away.
Yeah, right. Feel better about what? That my life sucked more dick than the most popular cheerleader back in high-school?
"Here she gets a few reasonable days off while my boss slave-drives me." I murmured.
I finished the rest of my breakfast and just left the bowl on the table, not giving a damn and backed my chair up away from the table and rose up, grabbing my keys off the table.
I approached the cartoonish, colorful blue door that had a window broken down into four squares at the top. I grabbed the golden doorknob and twisted and pulled it, opening it and walking through it, then closing it behind me and locking it once it was closed.
I walked down the cracked stairs that led to my apartment, then walked down another flight of stairs and finally another which was the last and led to ground-level. I navigated around the complex and made my way past a few people that were walking towards their vehicles. I stopped in the parking lot, close to the office gate, and walked towards my '99 Altima and unlocked the door getting in.
Once I was buckled up and had the car started up, I backed up in reverse and made sure I wasn't fixing to touch anyone, then drove out onto the street and was off.
I turned the volume of the radio on and a smile was brought to my melancholic face upon hearing Blue Oyster Cult's Burning For You, blasting the speakers.
I wasn't sure why, but the song always made me think of my older sister. Maybe it was because she listened to it almost every time I was riding in the car with her. I just knew that it was exactly what I needed to brighten up my day.
I came to a stoplight near the local Prince's Hamburgers, and waited in traffic, which quickly killed my mood and had me slapping my head in irritation. Being stuck in traffic was the last thing I wanted and my absentmindedness had landed me in just that: Bad traffic.
Gently strumming my fingers against the steering wheel and staring straight ahead, through my peripheral vision, I saw something. I was positive that I had seen a woman for a second, running past Prince's, but just as I started to process what I had seen, almost just as fast as it took me to realize it was a woman, the thing that I saw was gone.
"What the hell?" I reached a hand up to rub my eyes.
It was starting to seem like the many hours of loss of sleep were finally starting to do me in. Not only had I gained bags under my eyes from years of sleep deprivation and that I found a single white hair about a month ago, but now my brain was so tired that my eyes were starting to play tricks on me.
I searched around through my window for any signs of the woman I'd seen, but no matter where I had looked, I didn't see her anywhere. She was gone. So it made me believe that I really was starting to lose it.
I returned my attention back to the traffic light just in time to see the red light turn green. I waited for the cars in front of me to go and then I slowly maneuvered through traffic at a speed that I was positive a snail would enjoy.
It was needless to say that when I got to work my boss wasn't too happy. Oh, sure; she was never pissing herself with joy except on rare occasions like her birthday, but me being late had left an even more sore taste in her mouth and the middle-aged fatass who hated her life and her job, was practically foaming at the mouth with me.
So came the daily misery of being a lowly cashier.
