Chapter 3
November 23rd, 20XX
07:00AM
I wake up at the sound of the beeping alarm.
The more it beeps, the deeper the regret that I haven't ended my life already.
I force myself to stop the alarm and get up and ready myself for another hard day at work. Of course I will be trying my best to avoid working like I always do, considering that the pay isn't worth working hard enough to tire yourself.
As I get ready by eating, brushing and finally wearing some clothes, I depart.
Not to start a journey or anything but to wait there, outside my apartment. I wait for my colleagues who will drive me and themselves to our workplace.
After around five minutes of waiting they park the car in front of me and wave their hand, basically telling me to get in.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
That's all for today's conversation with them. Just a greeting at the start of the day.
They're foreigners so I don't really understand their language.
They do tend to blast music from the radio though. It is the type of music I enjoy so that's okay.
05:59PM
I am currently in the bathroom, counting down the seconds before I leave this shit hole.
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06:00PM
The time for me to leave has come. I hurriedly walk towards the locker room to wear my clothes and take off my work outfit. I truly am in a happy mood. After I'm done with that I hurry back to the car where I wait for my colleagues once again. Today I don't mind doing the waiting, since after all, it is the end of work for today, Friday.
At around 06:23PM they drop me off in front of my apartment.
The moment I go out I hurry inside my apartment, like a child would hurry downstairs to check the presents under the Christmas tree.
I take a deep breath;
"Ah, the smell of freedom."
It smells a little metallic.
Well, whatever.
It was finally time to do whatever I wanted. To pull an all-nighter.
01:00AM
I'm still playing video games. I'm almost done with this one so I'm very excited to get to the ending and feel an accomplishment for all my hard work. All those hours and all those levels paid off.
Ring ring ring…
My phone starts ringing. I am facing the boss right now so I am very bothered by this phone call, after it is 01:34AM. A number that I do not recognize. I answered it.
"Hello?"
No one responds.
"Hello, hello?"
No one responds.
I turn off my phone. Perhaps it was a prank call. I brush it off and realize that I am pretty hungry.
So I decide to cook something.
I've decided to eat some lungs, since that's all I've got in my freezer right now. A lot of people dislike eating the lungs of an animal, but to me they're quite nice. After the ice formed from the freezer melts, I start preparing it.
I fry the lungs in an oil, in a 12" pan.
Once fried, I prepare the hominy and the squash by making equal parts.
Place all the ingredients in a pot or slow cooker with a cup of water.
Set the temperature to medium-high and cook for an hour.
Add water as needed to keep from burning.
Once the hominy and squash are soft, you're done.
02:46AM
After I satisfy my hunger, I return back to my console to finish the game.
The moment I sit down, my phone rings again and it's the same number as before.
Annoyed by this I once again get up and answer the call.
"Hello?" I answer with annoyance.
"Corbin?" A trembling voice answers. It's a voice that I recognize.
"Eri? Are you okay?"
"Corbin, help me please."
My heart is beating faster and faster.
"Just tell me where you are and I'll be there to help you."
She tells me her address and I rush to that address, worrying if something happened to her.
01:57AM
I arrive at the address Eri had given me. It is a very cheap and creepy looking building. The inside of the building looks pretty worn down.
I arrive at the door with the number 303 on it, this must be Eri's room.
The key is on the door, so I force myself in.
"Eri are you okay?" I yell.
She comes forward.
"Of course not." She answers with tears on her eyes, rolling down her cheeks.
The apartment is pretty small even if you compare it to my own small apartment.
"Tell me, what's wrong?"
"When we met the other day, I told you that I'm doing fine and all… truth is I lied."
I hold her head that she put on my chest, crying and sobbing.
"What do you mean you lied? Just tell me what exactly is cause for you to be crying so much."
She then proceeds to tell me how she has taken money from some bad people because she needed to pay her university somehow, and now they're asking for the money.
"So if I don't give them $50,000 they said they would kill me and sell my organs to the black market."
It was heartbreaking hearing her cry and say those words at the same time. Issue now is, even if I wanted to help her I wouldn't be able too, since I don't have that kind of money.
02:25AM
Eventually she stopped crying and I convinced her for us to go outside to get some fresh air together.
She reluctantly agreed, so we went out, in the falling snow.
"Have you ever thought about killing yourself and putting yourself out of this misery, Corbin?"
"Yeah, pretty frequently."
"So I guess even you have some problems on your life. You never look like you're suffering though, or at least you don't show it, your eyes are always dead. It's like you're never happy."
I didn't reply to that comment of hers. I do tend to hide my emotions, because showing them would only bring despair.
After some silence, she asks:
"Have you ever been in love?"
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"There's no one who I would deserve."
"I don't think that's true. I think you're a good person."
People who think I'm a good person truly annoy me.
She doesn't know anything about me yet she judges me instantly just because I was there for her. She doesn't know that last night, I masturbated with the thought of running my tongue all over her body.
"Well , I try my best."
03:00AM.
We slowly return to her apartment.
Chatting as we go. Turns out she is not so bad after all.
When we arrive, we immediately head for her bed and decide to sleep.
She falls asleep in my arms.
All I can think of right now is that I want to violate her.
But of course, I am not going to do that. After all, I am a 'good person'.