DrewbertCasual Contributor
Looking for work. A complex mental illness story.
I'll do my best to keep this as concise as possible.
I woke up at 3am this morning. It was pitch black. My first instinct was to refamiliarise myself with my new surroundings. Week four. Dad's place.
I opened the door to my bedroom half caring about making a noise half hoping my Dad would hear me and let me know it's normal to awake at this hour. A symptom of my condition? I think not.
I make my way across the cold, palid tiles to the fridge and gulp down a few mouthfuls of A2. Feeling better. Then it passes. I'm blind, confused and alone.
I hear Dad's footsteps and quickly make a break for the safety of my room again. Our paths intersect. Damnit!
To be continued...