Am I Special To Me?

{ARMANDO}

Yesterday ended in a blur. I can't complain. I did the usual boring stuff but at least this time around with an earnest need to make everything easier for everyone. 

Aria hasn't come in yet and I find it shocking.

She is always here early. I rise from my chair to get myself some coffee. My throat is dry as fuck, anyone might think I spent the whole yesternight screaming bloody murder.

I bump into Brent; he apologizes and scurries away as if I will eat him. Boy, I don't eat shit. I shake my head and wait for the lift to stop. It opens and reveals my father speaking with the therapist. I turn around to walk away, stairs certainly are a good option right now.

"Armando." My father calls.

I halt.

"Do you know who this is?" He asks, the irritated tone in his voice doesn't go unnoticed.

I place my hand behind me, the therapist says. "Hello Armando, I am…"