Trapped In The World I Am Meant To Save

"I held her motionless body in my hands as I cried. It was finally over."

After reading this, I threw the book with the novel I was reading to the other side, lay down on the grass while looking at the sky, and waited for my friends to leave class as usual. Almost every day I do exactly the same thing, living in this silly city where nothing different happens even though the years go by, and I have lived here for the 18 years I have.

I just wish something changed - I said while closing my eyes

Finally, after half an hour, my friends came out of class and joined me in the grass of that garden behind an old building of the college. We did our usual, playing cards and talking about things that had absolutely nothing to do with college, while we let the afternoon go by. Suddenly, it was getting dark again so we took our things and went to the bus stops that we had to take to go home. I crossed the street to get to my bus stop while I was looking at my bus arriving, it's a bit strange that I take it empty, but it sometimes happens anyway. I put my headphones on as I headed home and leaned my head against the window pane to feel like it was a little more dramatic than it really was.

I got off at the stop near my house, but I remembered that I had to buy something before I got home. It's already night, so I rushed to the nearest convenience store so I could buy some groceries along with some soft drinks to go home. While I was walking I felt the atmosphere a bit dense, as if there was something or someone watching me, but I turned to look everywhere and there were simply trees along the blocks that were missing to get to my apartment. I finally got to my apartment and rang the bell to announce that I was back, I went up the stairs to the second floor and when I opened the door something hit me. It only took me a couple of seconds to realize that it was my roomie waiting for me to come back home.

I will kill you - I said while letting my backpack on the floor and picking up the pillow he just threw at me, to throw it back at him.

Just a few months ago I moved out of my parent's house, for my mental health, to live with my best friend. I had barely been 18 years old when I decided that I had to leave home, my parents really didn't take it well and since I left we haven't talked, however, I feel good about the decision I made, although now without being able to argue with my parents every day seems to repeat itself sequentially. I wake up, go to college or work and then end up back here, it seems like an endless cycle that will never end.

Joe - What do you think about so much?

Ness - Nothing, I was just overthinking some things, it doesn't even matter.

Joe - Are you OK? Do you want to see a movie?

I smiled as I watched Elian head to the kitchen to make some instant soups so we could watch some movies for a while.

Stepping aside to give a little bit of context! My name is Ness, I am 19 years old, and work in a call center, that's where I met my best friend, Joseph, 10 months ago. We made an instant connection and since he lived in another city and had to travel daily 2 hours for work, he decided to move into the city, that's about the time I decided I had to leave home, as I was used to arguing with my parents and siblings. I also go to college and study Arts, so my daily routine looks like: Wake up - Goes to college morning - Goes to work - Gets home at 2 AM to sleep - And then again and again.