𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝙴𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝙿.𝙾.𝚅

I woke from the sound everyone hears in the morning. The sound of an annoying alarm clock. Great another day of my painful life, when I got out of bed, I slipped on a pile of old clothes, some miss-matched socks, some white button-up T-Shirt, a few ties, and at least 5 sets of pants. Wow, I never thought my luck can get any better than this, I guess not. I did the usual, you know, brushing your teeth, washing your face, until you hear someone yelling. I knew exactly who it was... my schizophrenic mother.

I rushed downstairs to see my mom panicking on the couch, screaming "H-HELP! THERE, GHOST!! E-EVERETT HELP!", she points next to her favorite collection of cups, this was usual, my mother usually screams almost the same words. I decide to help her up and calm her down.

"Mom, there is no ghost, it's safe. Take a deep breath." She started to deeply breath in and out when I started saying "in and out" a few times and got her a cup of warm water. After about 7 deep breaths, she calmed down. I asked if she wanted me to go to the doctor to get her some antipsychotics while I secretly get my anti-depressants.

Two hours later...

People talking, busy workers, construction building (drills, hammers, etc), birds chirping, wind blowing, and just generally everything was heard, children carrying their parent's hands, people walking dogs, and food displays were seen, and the aroma of street food was smelled, $1 hotdogs, hamburgers, meat on a stick, and steamy dumplings, on a sunny morning, everything seemed perfect.

I was walking normally like an ordinary person on the streets until a guy bumped into me.

"Argh! Sorry, are you okay?" I looked up I saw a pissed big guy that looked like he was in a gang. "Tch, how dare you bump into me! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" He screamed at me, I saw everyone on that street look at us. How embarrassing...

I didn't think my life could get worse.

I heard people gasping while he punched me in the eye, and dragged me to a nearby alleyway.

"HEY, PRETTY BOY! WAKE UP~" He smacked me in the head and grabbed my hair.

My breath shortened as I felt like I passing out. He kept smacking me in the face and kicking me until I saw red and blue flashing lights and I thought...

finally, the police came, kick this guy's ass. And the next thing I see is the police and a nurse asking me if I was okay. My vision blurred and I blacked out...