1: It’s a life…
The bus ride home always takes for fucking ever, and it's never pleasant. Other people have also only barely survived the day, and they are all out of fucks to give, the driver included. I get that, all he has seen today is people going to work in a bad mood and then returning in a ever worse mood. Or I could just be projecting. My boss, Mr. Chestwood was also in a particularly bad mood today. And then he started getting handsy, so the first part of the day I avoided him for his words, and the last part I avoided him for his hands. Idiot. I don't know why I stay at that place, the pay isn't even that good. And my only other coworker, Mrs. Hall is an uptight, boring bitch, who always highlights my smallest mistakes. We are both accountants and she isn't better than me. I just don't catch her mistakes as she does mine.
I jump of the bus a stop before the one closest to my apartment, so I can pick up some food, and maybe a bottle of wine, since it's Friday. I think about the weed I bought two days ago and saved for tonight. Tanya asked me to go out with her tonight, but I'd rather get high on my couch alone, celebrating that this week has finally ended.
In the store I grab a bottle of cheap wine, a frozen pizza and a bottle of Coke, since I'm all out. I'm gonna smoke first, crash on the couch and then when I get the munchies, I'll eat the pizza and flush it down with the Coke. I even have a half eaten bag of potato chips for dessert somewhere. Seems like a epic Friday night to me! Tanya wouldn't agree, but she is out every night of the week, living for the male gaze on her body. I can join her tomorrow... If I'm in the mood. The prognose isn't good, though.
"Honey, I'm hooome!" I yell to no one, as I kick of my old Converse. At least I have that going for me; no one here to scold me about my bad eating habits and weed smoking, before proceeding to consume half my shit. Oh no, this mess all belongs to me! I scoff at myself.
I put away the pizza and Coke, and plump down on my old Craigslist couch with the wine in my hand. The couch was cheap and that's the best thing you can say about it. I don't need fancy things around me, not here. Maybe when I find my forever home... If I ever do. Being an orphan made me rootless, I can acknowledge that. I moved into this apartment 3 years ago last month, and that's a personal record for living in the same spot for longest. Back then I furnished the place as cheap as I could, intending to slowly replace the stuff as I felt the need to do so. The need never came. Neither did the money, really.
I turn on my tv, uncap the wine and take a large gulp, before I roll the joint, feeling a spark of anticipation in my gut. I even hum along to some of the commercials. I put it in my mouth and light it, inhaling and almost coughing it out immediately. Fuck, this shit's potent... I like it!
Soon the smoke fills my small living room and I slump on the couch as calmness fills me. Who cares about probing bosses, annoying colleagues and expensive living expenses? It's all so... Irrelevant right now. I close my eyes, put the spliff to my lips again and inhale. But then a sound makes my eyes fly open. What was that? Something... Opening? Or closing? I look at the doorless frame into the hallway leading to the rest of the apartment. But the other rooms are so far away. I giggle as I realize, that I live in a apartment complex.
"You have neighbors, you dumb fuck. That was probably Mrs. Nosey next door," I tell myself out loud. And then I giggle again. Damn, I must be high right now. I lean back again and close my eyes.
Somewhere far away I hear quick steps close to me, but I don't have time to force my heavy eyes open, before some black fabric, maybe a hood, is pulled over my head.
"What the fuck!," I yell, as I'm slammed onto my stomach on the couch, arms forced to my back.
"Hey, what are you... Let me go, you psycho..." I say frantically as I squirm for dear life, and then a needle pricks my neck and I'm out.
