Seven Days of Sin

Part Five: His Sloth

Monday, Seven days left…

“I didn’t want to wake up, I wish I never woke up.” I blurted out the moment I gain my consciousness but still I did wake up and yet I just woke but still drowsy so I decided to drag myself on the bed to sleep once more.

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Once again I have woke up with the sunlight beaming brightly blinded my sight though still manage to glance on my digital clock it indicates 12:34PM | 12/25/19. Waking up wasn’t that hard when you have something to look forward but in my situation it was badly hard when I don’t have any. I’m back with zero again with only seven days left before the attack on New Year’s Eve, Quinn and I’s almost seven years invested were wasted.

I felt so wasted even it is lunch time I don’t have an appetite to eat today because I don’t feel like doing anything, I just want to lie in my bed. That sounded a bit of a lyrics, I guess I am being a gibberish person with no much reasons. Don’t want to think about what happened and what will happen. I’ll just wait for my death to happen again this time it doesn’t matter if it’s either cause by black butterfly or any. I give up

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Supposedly I won’t do anything at all it just that hunger came I was used to cook dinner for both me and Quinn. We opt to do that so we can save more money instead of buying prepared dishes but I guess not now anymore for I am too lazy to cook or I have no one to share with the meal. So I decided to drag my lazy ass in a nearby restaurant while waiting for my ordered food suddenly I was curious now that I am waiting for the waiter to serve my food can I consider myself as a ‘waiter’ too. Another gibberish thought of mine then it was cut-off when I think I saw Jillian outside our eyes made a contact but it was just a glimpse since the waiter arrived and called out to serve my order. After that I tried to look outside but she wasn’t there anymore perhaps it’s just the hunger creating illusion on my mind. For illusions give you what was never yours to begin with.