The Right One

Something's Not Right

Tuesday (10:30 am)

It's all so boring right now. I'm at work and that person who texted me that night last Sunday didn't send me any messages back yet. It's kinda frustrating you know, It's my first time feeling something like that, being flattered and then they decided to ghost me for no f*****g reasons, didn't even bother to leave a single word.

There's too much going on in my head. I needed to buy some groceries, my fridge is almost empty and I needed some detergent because it's almost also empty and I have bunch of dirty clothes piled up inside my room.

I wish I have powers, like supernatural powers so that some work will be easier for me to do. I'm so sick of living a normal life. Why's this world needs to be tightly boring.

Back to Sunday night, he didn't leave any messages back though but at least he read the text that I replied. It doesn't matter though if it's just a prank, I'm used to all of it. I mean, it's better to get used to those things, right? It's making me exhausted but I don't have any choice.

"Ted!" I was startled by a loud yell from my boss. I look around and see boss looking at me with a furious expression.

I quickly compose myself before he finally get near me.

I stand up, nervous, not knowing what to do, did I did something wrong?

"H-hi, Mr. Cuizon." I said, as he look at me from head to toe. Looks gay to me. I chuckled despite being very nervous.

"What's funny!"

Oh s**t I thought I just chuckled in my mind.

"N-nothing sir," my hands we're trembling, I can't even look straight into his eyes.

He took deep breath and so I decided to prepare myself of maybe what he will said.

"What's wrong with you?" He said in a calm voice.

"Uhmm." I can't stop my eyes from looking around. I'm so scared of what he might do to me. I can't say something, it's like there's a huge lump in my throat.

"You quite look like out of reality since yesterday." He took out a chair and made me sit on it.

"Uh, I'm pretty fine sir, it doesn't matter." I nervously chuckled.

"No, no, tell me what's wrong. You know you can tell me, I may be look like I can kill someone right now but I haven't done that yet, I still have some thoughts about it though." He grinned.

I gulped. Finally be abled to look straight into his eyes, they're looking at me softly.

"Just kidding, but for real, you don't look good. Are you sick? 'Cause if you're sick then you can take a sick leave. Just don't think about quitting this job. You are perfect for this, you know the blogs you wrote, impacted many people. They liked it, so please don't stop writing, be motivated. " He said it like I am almost dying. What's the matter with this big guy.

"I swear sir, I'm fine. " I give him an assuring smile and nod my head.

"Okay, but still, don't hesitate to do a sick leave if you're not feeling well. " He smiled before he walks away and yelled 'What you lookin at?' at one of my colleagues.

"Woah," I gasped air. I thought he'll fire me or something, what's gotten into him anyways. The way he look at me, it's like there's something he's hiding from me. Like a very huge, huge secret.

I just shrugged it off and then go back at doing my job. f**k! My life is all a mess.

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"Hey, still nothing?" Jane asked. It's 7 in the evening and I am feeling gloomy, I don't know what was the reason. I'm just sad, so I decided to call her, thinking maybe she could cheer me up.

"Yee," I am holding my phone since the last two hours, hoping I will get notification but no. "I'm not in the mood to be active."

"Stop being so gloomy, but if you are really sad, don't force yourself to do things bro. Just lay down on your bed and I'll be there in a minute."

She's really the best. I don't know what to do and how to live without her. She's like my other half. We we're always together through ups and downs. Our friendship started when we were in 6th grade. There's this guy who bully me, and me the scrawny one, I can't defend for myself, and then when I was curling like a ball on the ground a girl came running towards us and then kick the boys' ass and that's my very and only best friend, Jane, Mary Jane.

I was there on my bed, it feels like I am sick but I am sure am not. I just don't know what to do. There's some days I am really like this. And it will last for days and almost a week but no more than one week though. I will be on my bed, feeling so lonely and it's just like I am laying there on my death bed. But I still get to go to work though, 'cause money's everything.

It's quite funny though, that after that depressed days, I will be back into going out. Being very cheerful. I wish I was just a kid again, no worries and no chores to do, don't have to find work to be able to buy things. Just play and play.

"Hey, stand up there and we'll do some movie marathon." Jane said, she's carrying 3 boxes of pizza and then she exited my room, slammed door shut.

"b***h! " I shouted and quickly stand up.

"Thank you!" I heard her shouted back from the living room.

Thank God for giving me this person in my life. I will never be here in this world right now if it weren't just for her.