Rest In Pieces

I finally decided to get off my ass and get some work done as I stood up and placed my purse and keys on the counter as well as the donuts.

I stretched my tried arms and legs while heading for the bedroom yet deciding to wash my hair first made a U tern for the bathroom instead.

"For some reason inside feels colder than outside" I noted to myself as I noticed my breath turning into vapor when I exhaled.

Entering the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was the huge cockroach on the wall in the shower.

'It looks like it is the flying type too, so annoying' sighing I picked up a slipper and inched closer to the hideous and disgusting creature that wasn't moving at all.

It seemed like it was having a staring competition with me by the way it was looking right into my soul.

I decided to just go for it as I smashed it with the slipper.

"Rest in peace" I mumbled and shook my head "or in pieces I guess".

Dropping the slipper, I opened the tap and took off my hat while I bent in front of the sink and wet my hair.

Opening the shampoo bottle, I poured some water into the already dilated mixture.

My 'shampoo' which was 90% water anyways resembled soapy water at this point as I poured it on top of my head.

I upsent mindedly washed my hair when I noticed the leakage from the sink forming a puddle of water under my foot.

Shrugging I decided to ignore it and instead focused my thoughts on today's events.

I mostly thought of my new home and how this was the best thing that had happened to me in a very long time,

since I graduated from college to be precise.

I came one step closer to fulfilling my biggest dream.

Although I admit my hard work wasn't very fruitful so far, yet I still had faith that one day I would be recognized for my talents and capabilities as a writer.

Closing the tap, I stood in front of the mirror and made a closer inspection of my appearance as water dripped down my hair onto my shirt making a chill run down my spine in the process.

The under-eye circles were getting worse and honestly, I could see myself slowly resembling a panda, yeah it was that bad.

'It's not like I can do anything about them anyways' I thought as I grabbed a small towel and made my way to the bedroom.

The constant lack of sleep wasn't something I was unfamiliar with.

I was even used to it at this point, especially at times like this when I was writing and working on my book.

Rubbing my hair aggressively with the towel I stood in the middle of the very cramped room after I pulled the suitcase from under the bed.

Looking at all the mess on the flour was very disturbing but I was having a difficult time deciding where to start.

"Should I start cleaning up first or packing?" I thought out loud rubbing my chin.

"Clean-up it is then" I finally decided "let's get rid of all this so I can have a little peace of mind".

Bending down I hurriedly began collecting rubbish and carelessly tossing them in the plastic bags I found lying around before I moved onto sweeping the floor.

After about 20 minutes I was finally done and looking around me I made a satisfied nod while I moved to push the bed to the side in order to open the wardrobe.

I quickly dumped my clothes into it from the closet and as it was still very empty, I decided to also pack the bed sheets and my pillow.

I didn't have many clothes to pack anyways, two sets of shirts, pants, and my pajamas.

I know, my living condition was very pathetic but that was all I could afford even after working 3 jobs.

The cost of living and the burden of loans was still too much for me to handle even after my gas and power cut.

Feeling tingling on my foot I looked down and shrieked when I noticed another cockroach.

The second one I had seen so far today.

Usually, I would have to kill five or six per day, so it had become a habit of mine to count them throughout the day as I killed them,

tricking my brain into thinking they were getting less when I knew they weren't.

'The sooner I leave this place the better. I'm so sick of everything here' I thought before I heard loud knocking on the door.

Abandoning my last mission, I dropped the slipper and quickly made my way to the door.

Checking through the peephole I swore under my breath "Shit, it's Billy.

What the hell does he want from me now?".

I contemplated to whether open the door for a few seconds until I finally decided against it and stood motionless while I waited.