Letting Go

Dillan's POV

      The alarm clock beside my head blares out an annoying sound that I don't need to hear. My hand flies out to press on the off button, groaning as my hangover slams into me.

     I told myself I wasn't going to get drunk last night, but the bottle was in hand and there was no one to stop me.

     I close my eyes against the world for a few moments before I force myself to get up, my head swirling from the after effects of the alcohol. It's times like this that I wish I was a supernatural, but of course I would end up being completely mundane and human. Once my head settles back down I lift myself from my bed and stumble into my bathroom, choosing to keep the lights off for personal reasons.

     As I fumble through the dark and turn on the shower, I praise myself in not throwing up this time.

     It's the second time this week that I've gotten shit faced and though I know it's a bad habit, I can't seem to stop.

      Correction.

      I won't stop.

       The alcohol is the only thing that keeps those skeletons in the closet, even if it's the exact thing that got me here. But I think that's besides the point. I jump into the shower and let the cold water wash over me, my body needing the rush to wake up fully. I have to be at work in thirty minutes, and if I'm late, Vincent will be crawling up my ass. And not in the good way.

       I lather you my body in my body wash, letting my head fall back under the cold water fall. Though my head is banging and my mouth feels like it's stuffed with cotton balls, I don't mind, knowing it's the only thing that helped me sleep through the night.

      After I'm clean, and shivering from the cold, I turn the water off and get out the shower, hurriedly drying my body before I finally torture myself by flicking in the light.

    I groan at the sharp stab to my brain and cover my eyes with the towel until I finally have the courage to remove it and let the light burn my eyes.

I curse myself as I reach into the medicine cabinet and pull out some aspirin that will hopefully stop my head from splitting open. I grab the cup that I keep by the sink and fill it up with water before I pop the two pills in my hand and swallow them grimacing against the taste. My dry throat welcomes and I drowned the cup, wiping my mouth with my arm before I'm leaving the bathroom and making my way back into my room.

Using only the light that's filtering into the curtains, I searched through the clothes on the floor until I find my uniform from yesterday. I pull the clothes on only jeans and a collared shirt before I go looking for my shoes.

Once I'm dressed I stand up and grab my phone wallet and keys from the nightstand by my bed, grateful to my drunk self for not misplacing them as I usually do.

Once I'm sure I have everything I need I make my way out of my room close the door behind me me as I enter my kitchen. I don't have the biggest apartment, or even one with two rooms, but it works for me and that's all that matters. Opening the fridge, I pull out some jelly before I close it and take the bread that's on top of the refrigerator. I turn around and open everything before I make myself a jelly sandwich.

My allergy towards peanut butter has been nothing but a hindrance in my life.

After I quickly scarf the sandwich down and I put everything back to where it belongs, I  make my way down the hallway and twist the front door before I exit my apartment. Passing the broken elevator that hasn't worked in two years, I make my way down the stairs to the ground floor. I'm nod my head to the man sitting at the desk and he waves back to me as I exit the building.

The streets of Kaulike are always busy no matter what time of year it is or even time of night. A lot of people say that New York is the city that never sleeps, but they obviously have never spent a day in the city full of supernaturals.

The autumn wind is blowing in my hair and I relish in a sweet scent that always comes with fall. The bright sun is still bashing my head in, but I can't ignore the way the city always looks so perfect in the later months of the year. The walk to work doesn't take long, only fifteen minutes. By the time I'm walking through the door I have five minutes to spare before Vincent comes looking for me.

I head to the break room of the gym and make my way towards my locker unlocking the metal door before I pull out my hat that I always keep at work, not trusting myself to remember it everyday. If it wasn't socially unacceptable to walk around naked, I would probably forget the clothes on my back if I wasn't careful.

As soon as the hat is on my head and my locker is closed, the door opens to reveal Vincent who is clearly looking for me. When he sees me here on time in already dressed his frown quickly turns into a smile that makes me roll my eyes.

"Oh shit, look who's on time." He says and he chuckles at his own joke. Vincent is a father of two and grandfather to four and he's a jolly older black man that has an abundance of jokes. But don't let that fool you, if he even thinks that you've done something against the rules or backtalk under your breath, he will treat you just like his own son.

"Good morning." I tell him gruffly, knowing that manners is the most important thing in every situation when it comes to him. He grunts at me before shaking his head and turning away.

"Come on, boy." He says before he walks out and I said to myself. I love working with Vincent and he's the closest thing that I have to family, but something tells me today isn't going to be the greatest. So with my head still pounding and my nerves on end, I walk out of the break room and follow Vincent as I go to clock into work.

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Right now I'm thinking, short stories, short chapters. We'll see. I'm really excited for this book you guys.

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