Good Morning, Zephry.

Chapter 1

“When will life get easier huh?” I asked the bottle of hard drinks in front of me.

Tch. Talking to things who don’t even speak huh? Zephry, you might be really out of your mind. I shook my head and started staring blankly at my horrible room. When was the last time I had the urge to clean this f*****g room? Everything was a mess, just like me.

I bursted in tears again after not hearing any answers. The silence was deafening, it was creating noises my ears can’t even recognize.

With my frustration, I threw a bottle on the wall.

I am so f*****g tired of my life! Why can’t I just die and be with my f*****g parents who abandoned me? Can’t God see that I am abhoring my life? They say if you are perishing, he’ll help you out, then why I am still in this shithole?

I massaged my temple and laugh my ass out. f**k, I think I’m losing my sanity. This life was f*****g me greatly, if I won’t die with my suicidal attempts, I think my head would probably gone mad.

Isn’t it understandable? There’s just one thing I am wishing, I am hoping, praying, if ever you can consider it as one.

Death!

I ain’t got wealth

I ain’t got brains

I ain’t got family

I don’t exactly one to that I could give my life for. Heck, I don’t even have a dog.

Why can’t I just be gone? I wouldn’t really mind if I go to heaven or hell, I just want to be gone. Besides, no one would really mourn hard for me! Maybe my own fleas.

But every single time, every single attempt. I’d still be waking up with this green ceiling of mine. Everytime, my phone would rang it’s alarm at 6 o’clock a.m, reminding me that I should face another struggling battle of what they consider a blessing. Life, f**k that.

I don’t even know what’s my purpose here. I don’t know what’s taking the reaper so long to get me. As much as I know, the number of people who wants to live is much larger than with the people like me. Is the line still long, Mr. Repear? Could I appeal for special application to stab me first with your axe?

With that thought, I walk to the shards of bottle I threw.

Maybe I’ll die this time… and then, I’d be happily walking down in hell.

I was already trying to pick up the rubble to cut my wrist again, but then someone f*****g knocks on the door.

Fuck, how great this guardian angel is?

“IF YOU’LL NOT OPEN THIS, I’LL KNOCK IT OFF ZEPHRY” Linux shouted.

I cried even more. Why are you always stopping me? Why are you always meddling with me?

His presence every time is frustrating me. He wasn’t the hero type. He doesn’t care for almost all the woman in the campus, but he gave a damn with a mess like me. I don’t need him. I don’t need anyone.

I glance again at the shards of bottle and picked up one.

I once again targeted my pulse. The scar from last day was still visible, but I don’t care.

It was only an inch before it plants down my wrist, but the door slammed open. There was Linux who was panting hardly. His eyes are piercing and cold. His jaw was clenching, showing how raging he is.

He started walking towards me and I can feel the intensity of his steps. I don’t really get his issue. I would be making fun of myself if I tell that he’s in love with me because this Mendoza won’t do such thing.

“Why Zephry?” he said, almost whispering.

“Why do you always make me want to save your broken ass all of the time?”