I awoke to a blinding light, I looked at the sun with hate. Looking down I saw that the blinds that I just "bought"(found in an alley) and put up yesterday were on the ground. Right in front of the window that's currently releasing a blinding light right into my eyes.
" Damn sun and its life giving light. I remember hanging those up yesterday" I mutter tiredly.
I look closer at the fallen blinds and I see that the screws seem to have been ripped out of the wall. The screws are like 2 inches long and I screwed them into Wood not drywall . But it looks like the hulk ripped them out of the wall… I live alone.
"Well it looks like I have ghosts" I pause, wait how the hell did I not hear them fall last night, Ghost are scary they have ghost powers and shit.
" Whatever I'll fix it later"
I throw the blanket off of me and get out of bed. But right when my feet touch the ground it's wet, Sorry I may be underselling it a bit. It's Soaked… Not moist…. not damp… but soaked. With water I hope.
" Perfect the upstairs pipes must have a Leak again, classic start of a perfect day"
I head to the bathroom to get ready for yet another perfect day. After showering and brushing my teeth I go to my closet to get dressed for school. And what do you know, the pipe that's leaking is directly above my closet. Thoroughly soaking most of my clothes. Perfect.
I was able to find some jeans and a T-shirt that were dry and wore those. Leaving my apartment, Ensuring I lock the door thoroughly because I don't want anyone to steal My soaked clothes and dust bunnies I have underneath my bed. I head to the building manager to let him know of the shit show in my apartment. Brushing me off all he says is he'll look into it some time next week… It's Monday. perfect.
I tried to get him to handle it now or today or even this week. But he says he's busy with other things all he does is watch TV. And very rarely does he do any kind of maintenance on any one's apartment, not just mine. But I can't really say much more because I need to get going or I'll be late for school, but seeing the time I may just be late anyways.
I rush out of the apartment building to try and get to the bus stop in time. Pushing through the packed walkway of New York. Bumping into all kinds of different people, some Curse at me, flip me off. New York Has some of the nicest people you'll ever meet, sadly I didn't meet any of them on my way to the bus stop.
Stopping at the crosswalk, waiting for the little man to turn green so I can cross. No one else is at the crosswalk waiting. I Suddenly hear the loud screech of tires, and some people screaming. I turn and see a nice car barreling at me completely out of control. I'm in the middle of the sidewalk mind you There's a building behind me. Quickly I run to the shop and expertly and with practice moves step on to the window ledge of the shop, jump from there onto the metal support bar of the shops awning, and pull up my legs up just in time as the car slams into the shop, and then through the wall of the shop.
Letting go I land on the trunk of the now Totaled car as it's gone mostly through the wall behind me. Hopping off the car I take a look at the driver through the window there I see a man in a nice suit, he looks fine, so do the people in the shop so I leave.
What do you think? I should stay, call the police, check the people more, wait for the police, naa I got places to be.
I see that little man On the crosswalk sign Has turned green so I cross the Street, But I still look both ways you know safety first.
I get to the bus stop just in time to see the bus driving away, nice. I don't have the money for a taxi. I'm riding the bus, Living in a crappy apartment, and all I have to my name is some clothes, Dust bunnies and Pocket lint. What About these things Gives you the impression I'm rich?
So I do want any good Student like me would do, I run my ass off, get to school all nice and sweaty. Because I just ran like 4 miles at full speed and it's a nice cool New York summer day of…97°. Ah look, some kids are frying eggs on the street. I used to do that when I was a kid, ah childhood Memories. But Hey I got my Cardio in for the day, and By The Luck Of Grayskull I made it to school on time.
After a very boring day at school I'm finally released at 3:30 PM. Now I have 30 minutes to get to my part-time job, to get the money I need to survive. Cause I'm an orphan With no money, and no Family.
Once more I'm rushing through the Busy streets of New York, Trying to squeeze a 40 minute journey into a 30 minute Adventure. And sadly again did not run into any of the truly nice people in New York. I swear they exist. I'm not one of them but they do exist.
I burst through the door of my workplace Perfectly on time(20 min late).I quickly rushed through the bar to get to the employee only area. Greeting a few of the regulars that regularly tipped me well. I work at a high-end expensive bar In Manhattan, Where a bill can get up to a few grand.
But sadly I'm underage so my boss uses that to take 50% of my tips. Saying that it's a risk employing someone that's under 21 to work at a bar, saying it's Hazard pay for him. There's not a lot I can do. Because I am underage, how else am I going to get the money to live in my crappy apartment. And I have no idea what would happen if the police learned that he was employing a 16 year old to work the bar pouring drinks.
Once I'm in the back I see my Boss, His name is Gibson he's a portly man standing at about 5 '8, Bald And wears an extremely obvious wig. Everyone can tell it's a wig, but him it seems, we just don't say it… In front of him. I mean the colors aren't the same top(the wig) and sides (real hair)are very different shades of brown.
I can see him trying to flirt with the new waitress that just started a week ago. She has a very forced smile looking very uncomfortable, which is understandable. He's the classic sleazy boss that you really don't want, that would probably try something dirty to get his way. I decided to help her out and take a hit.
I walk over to him, she spots me immediately and a look of relief appears on her face. I caught a little of what he said. Something about a new painting he got and inviting her to go see it in his apartment tonight after work. I'm impressed that she hasn't run for the hills yet after hearing that.
I put my arm over his shoulder, and he turned to look. As soon as he spots me his entire face turns red I can almost see steam coming out of his ears and fire shooting out his eyes, as he looks at me. It's amazing. Gibson's face changes from the one he thinks is charming and warm, to one pure hate and rage when he sees my smiling face. As he yells.
Gibson :"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT!"
Me with a big smile: "HAMMER TIME!" I say in a loud playful tone. I mean you can't just set me up like that and expect me not to say it, that would be rude.
Gibson :"YOU" Boiling Rage
If looks could kill I'd be dead 1000 times over. Gibson is the type of man that holds a grudge and is very petty. Oh and he Absolutely hates me. But he can't fire me, for one reason, and one reason only. It's not because I have dirt on him, I do, A lot, but no. Not because he owes me a great favor, I didn't save his life or anything. It all boils down to his 2 greatest weaknesses. Greed and lust and no he's not into me, he's straight.
The reason is well you see I'm stupidly handsome, like inhumanly handsome, like I shouldn't exist in this world handsome, like I came out of an anime. Women are stunned on the streets, They lose their balance and they trip and fall and walk into lamp posts. I'm that handsome. I was kidnapped several times when I was younger by milfs when I was around 5-10. To have sweets and play fun games. Though It never went anywhere. Police Always broke down the door right before anything got good.
Anyway, I work in a bar. A lot of women come to see me and spend money which attracts men. And men spend even more money to attract the women, you see how that works. Firing me means losing money and women he also hits on them and if they're drunk enough he too can get lucky, and he has many times.
Gibson: "you're late!" It is clear he is trying to rein in his rage.
Me : "or are you all just early? Something to think about." I say with a deeply philosophical look on my face.
Gibson :"Just get to work!" He barks out seething in rage as he feels I just messed up his game… I didn't.
Me: "ok ok Janet I noticed that we were almost out of cherries could you restock those for me" I have no idea if it's running low at all, but I snack on them, and it's a good way for her to escape Gibson.
Janet" yes, right way!" And then the cute new Waitress ran away, With a happy smile. My job here is done ,another life saved.
Turning around I quickly go and change into my work clothes Which is just a kind of suit like a classic Bartender outfit. Black vest white Long-sleeved shirt sleeves rolled up Black pants, black shoes and a red tie.
I Look at myself in the mirror before I go out making sure everything's tidy. My stupidly handsome face, blonde hair and ridiculous blue eyes that look just like gojo satoru's six eyes from jujutsu kaisen, look back at me. Sadly I don't have any cool powers. I'm 6 '6 With a very fit body, due to lack of food and having to run all the time, from home to school, from school to work then work to home. I mean I really only eat lunch at school, and that's all I eat most days. Maybe I'll have something at the bar like some cherries. It's hard to gain weight when you don't eat.
I head out of the locker room and walk towards the bar heading behind it. I greet all the girls, after asking if anyone wants anything. I started mixing up drinks in a flashy way flipping bottles and mixers around with practice maneuvers that took me months to learn.
I started asking how their days were and listened to the ups and downs of their days. You know normal bartender stuff. There's another guy that works here that likes to say he's a mixologist and not a bartender. I feel it's just a pretentious way of saying you're a bartender. I like saying I'm a bartender it feels more classy.
2 AM I'm finally able to Leave work. Old Gibson took 80% of my tips, I think he's still sore because he thinks I messed up things with the new waitress, leaving me with about 150 bucks. All in all, about 15 bucks an hour is not that bad I feel.
After saying goodbye to everyone, I start on my way back home. Then I hear a man's loud shout behind me. I turn back just to see a middle aged man pull a gun and bam. All I feel is a strange heat in my chest. I dumbly look down just to see blood pouring out of a new hole in my chest. I touch it then look at my hand that is now covered with blood. Then I look up to see the man looking at his face full of fear and rage.
Me: "why." I choked out.
Middle aged man: "you slept with my wife, playboy trash." He then shot 5 more times into my chest, all while screaming. I then fell back hitting the wall then slid down it to the ground. Then he spit at me and then I watched him run off. I try to yell out to him but all I get is Gargled sounds.
It's weird I'm not in any pain I just feel tired all of a sudden. I look down and, what I see, I know I'm not going to be able to walk this one off.
Looking up to see the starry night sky, but all I see is black. Great, I don't even get the stars as the last thing I see. Damn pollution.
But that's not what pisses me off the most. I definitely didn't sleep with that guy's wife. How do I know that for sure because I'm a virgin. Never even got to see a woman naked in real life. I'm dying for being a playboy without actually being a playboy. Never got to have the joys of being a playboy. Is my legacy in this world gonna be that I was a playboy. Without ever actually being a playboy. Injustice I call injustice. At least let me sleep with his wife whoever she is, that way I wouldn't die a virgin that would be Justice.
I look into the dark inky black sky as the darkness slowly Swallows me and I slowly fade away, Ending my Perfect Day.