1 Week of Bad-luck: Tuesday

Well, Skip Monday.


He wakes up.. "Holy fuck! Its 4 p.m."
Phone rings, "Damn its just the alarm".
Phone rings again(6 p.m.), "Yes? Oh, its you girl? How't goin'?"
Lo asked if he is going to sports.

Finally he opens his eyes, the room looks like shit as usual. "Where are my cigarettes?" Lights one, sits on the window seal.

He wakes up again, catches the ball and lifts it into the ring. Well not quite, a straight-miss, "Nice going Judge".
An hour flies by, and the lights go out.

He finds himself on a roof, cancer-stick lit. Lo, Tim, Brother, and Chris are next to him.

His phone starts to ring, sounds like a baby laughing while defecating on the doctor who delivered him. "Whats that, someone crying? Bene are you, ok?"
She told him that Roy is leaving. - - - -

Time stops, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-silence.
MRT is to slow, is the only thing that passes through his head as he runs to the park, Lo and Tim in close pursuit.

They all arrive at the park, some stairs lead down to the place. Lo said they were here.
Its dark, and he can't see anything. "I'll wait here, you guys go check".

"Roy! Roy!"
Lo yells.
(Silence)
"Roy?"
"Over here fuckers"

Tim and Lo run up while he lags behind with bowed head. What happened?
Bene sits cross-legged, motionless, like a stone statue outlined by the moonlight, if there was any moon light. Words are exchanged but they are just a blur, the silence is more notable. What they say doesn't matter, his nightmare is real. He sits down cross legged as well, unable to move even though his biggest desire is to hug the person next to him xD(couldn't help it)

Roy looks like shit.

Silence continues in his head, until people start to leave.

He stays..

To be continued.