The Day

a bad day that turns to a great day.

 

He woke up his feet cold and his stomach turning. He new that was the worse decision he had made for a long time and to bring her into it all was hell. His head felt like someone broke a bottle over it and his eyes had sleepy stuff all over them so he could barely open them. The sun was shining through the window and was killing his head, now he hated himself a bit more. Why did he do that? It was so stupid and immature just to go back to his old days that for some reason he misses. Why?

The first thing he does is grab his cell and text her apologizing non stop for bringing her into his pity. What does he have to pity over? Nothing the dope! He was being so damn selfish wanting to feel numb again and the outcome of that was more fear and pain. He knows now that it’s so time to grow up and stop this bullshit. He treated the one girl that he cares so much about with total disregard and disrespect that it makes him cry. “Why? My god why?! Have I really lost you Todd? Have I really got so caught up with life that I forgot to keep praying to you my long lost friend? Your death couldn’t be changed and I do know that but did I forget about you that much in my self centered acts and ways.” He started crying in his pity and then slapped himself! “Wake up stupid! Wake up and smell the new day! This isn’t the end, it hasn’t won yet. I won’t hurt her ever again like that! I rather take my life before that happens and you know I’ll do it! Now get out of bed and move forward and stop your crying!”

He stumbles down stairs and gets dressed to get some pills. He needs them pills the doctor always told him because he has some kind of depression thing. So he leaves the house, it’s so damn bright out it hurts. He gets a Gatorade and a pack of smokes and waits for the pills. Man that first smoke actually tastes and feels good but that’s the other habit that Todd gave him today to brake. This maybe his last chance so he’s not screwing around anymore!

What he did was wrong and even worse he tried bringing those he loved down with him. The only way to not do that again is not drink. She is even giving him a second chance, so there is no way on earth that he’s going to mess this up. She woke him up, out of his child ness pity fest, by hanging up on him and he thanks her with all of his heart. He is tired of running from his fears of loving and being hurt. He is tired of being a p***y just for attention. He is so tired of his own bull s**t that some days it makes him sick. He knows now that he needs to act his age and be a freaken man, but how? “Take responsibility for your own action I guess.”

She’s talking to him and will actually see him, probably to smack him but still she will see him. He walks down stairs to take a nice hot shower and get cleaned up. He takes his sweat shirt off and then his pants. He picks out some nice clean cloths from the laundry just done and steps into the shower. He makes sure he’s spotless and smells nice and not like smoke. He dries off and puts some cologne on and gets dressed. He makes sure he has his wallet, gum, and keys. Then he steps out of the house ready to see that one smile of hers that is to die for. His head and body still feel like s**t but his heart has hit the ground running. He is ready to make this a great day and one not to regret. He is ready to make this her day.