Walk Around The City [Ep: 002]

The letter was haunting me the whole day. I couldn't eat without thinking about the letter, I couldn't shower without thinking about the letter, I couldn't do anything without thinking about the letter!

I tried to take a nap. I still kept thinking about the letter, luckily I didn't dream about it. I fell asleep somewhere near 6:30 PM and woke up at 11:48 PM. It was dark, the curtains were closed and I can barely see. Before I couldn't even move, I heard some old man screaming.

I hurried my way to my window to see what's going on, it looks like a few children picked on him..they even stole what looks like his wallet and the liquor he was holding.

"Why do I live in such a place..." I rub the tiredness off my eyes. The man was still yelling and the children were laughing. They threw the bottle causing it to crack and break into tiny pieces. "I might move out...if I can. If I get a chance."

((But you can't.)) I overthink as stress takes over me, I can't deal with this. Anymore. I need a smoke break.

I walk to the front door while taking a cigarette. I got outside..the ground was wet. It looks like it rained again. I saw the neon lights flashing and changing color to color as I look at the ground. I light up the cigar.

I can see my cold breath slowly disappearing with the smoke. "About that letter..." What should I do? From what I know, I can't give him a fake piece of gold. I can't live a day without that choker too. Along with the gold comes great money...he wants the money, doesn't he?

He's a greedy guy. I'll have to deal with this until Monday...which isn't a lot of days. Should I run away? Should I just forget it and let him get away with it? Should I...

...Should I seek for help? I let out a small faint chuckle. Looking for help? Seriously? Do I know how long I've been living alone with no one to talk to? Did I forget how weak I am to even ask for HELP?

I'm going insane. Being alone for many years...could lead to awful things. Like intrusive thoughts, slowly going crazy because of being alone with no one but yourself..and it's worse when you can't understand who you are.

Despite me living 23 full years, I can't understand anything about myself. All I know is my name, my age,my birthdate, blah blah blah. Still not sure about my favorite color. The person who's reading this probably relates.

Why am I suddenly blabbering about myself? Selfish, isn't it? ((Ah Blank, who the hell are you talking to? You shouldn't continue talking to thin air, take a walk and calm yourself down.)) I quickly finish my cigar and threw it in the nearest trash bin. I saw my breath becoming one with the cold air as a sigh escapes my lips.

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It was 11:55 PM. I got hungry, so I decided to head to the snack shop before walking around the city further more. What should I get? Pocky or Chips? Maybe some sweet tarts..sounds good enough.

"Good evening." The woman on the counter greeted me. In return, I gave her a warm small smile. I walk to the chips section to check if anything can catch my eye, nothing. Then I go to the snack section to see if there's any Pocky, still nothing. I go to the candy section and to my surprise, I found sweet tarts. looks like they have Sour Patches on stock, so I took a couple of those too.

I walk up to the counter to pay for the Sour Patches..as well as the Sweet tarts. Who doesn't love sweet tarts?

I ate one of the Sour Patches right after buying them.

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