2 Chapter One.

The pathetic feeling you get when you wake up in the morning dreading the events of the day because everything happens in the same cycle, making you question your existence on this planet.

I know what's going to happen everyday before it happens. Oh it's not because I'm psychic. It's because nothing changes. Everyday is like the same events on repeat.

When I was a small kid. I dreamt of being a lawyer.  Other kids wanted to be a singer and a famous celebrity but no I wanted to become a lawyer. Something about saving and helping people in their time of need sounded so good to me.

So I studied and studied and studied and worked my way up. I'm pretty sure nobody knows I exist. I mean in high school all I ever did was bury my nose in my textbooks in hopes of passing my school with flying colors. All of my hard work just resulted in me being in more shit than I was. All the time I spent studying, all the time I spent wasting my life to achieve my dream of being a lawyer just resulted in me drowning in debts. Student loans, not being able to pay my rent, surviving on nothing but ramen. Sleepless nights with my tummy growling due to not eating food.  I don't skip meals because I'm on a diet or anything. Believe me when I say that I eat like a pig every time I get a chance.

So I'm pretty sure by now you know the shitty life lead by me.

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I'm running. Panting. Sweat dripping down my tears stained cheek. I'm running but I'm not moving. I scream but there is nothing coming out. I try moving but it's like this invisible shield is holding me back. I stumble and I fall. I close my eyes and wait for the impact but it never comes.  It's like I'm falling down the rabbit hole.  I keep falling and falling.  And suddenly just like that I stop. I fall face first onto a red carpet. Camera flashing. People screaming. I look up to see that I'm surrounded by paparazzi. I look down to see that I'm in nothing but my bra and Sponge Bob undies. I try hiding myself. I bend down to hide myself. And just like that my underwear tears.

I scream and scream and scream and scre-

Thud. I fall face first down to my ever so loving floor. The impact almost breaks my nose. I try getting up just to slip and fall back on the floor because of my tangled sheets. Great! Just great. The day hasn't even started yet and I have the luck of a porcupine stuck in a black hole.

I look up to see the time on the alarm clock. 3:37. Fuck. I gotta go back to sleep if I'm planning on acing the interview in the morning. Just when I pick myself up and drop down on the bed, I hear something fall and crash. At first I assumed it was just clumsy old me and the rusty bed but then I heard someone groan. It sounded like a dude. I was almost gonna let it go when I heard it again and that's when reality hit me hard in the face.

I. Live. Alone.

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The first part is a bit short. I will make them longer as chapters pass. I just want to see the audience reaction.

Toodles!