The Angel I Couldn't Kill (𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗)

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𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓

"Awww,fuck you" I murmured, tossing the clock on the floor. I'm not a morning person, I hate waking up. I'm sorry for my neighbors.

It's 9 o'clock in the morning. The sun's rays enter the window and hit me in the face.

'What do people find aesthetic in this?!'  I thought

Slowly I start to wake up, my eyes are open but I can't get out of bed.
'I hate Monday, I hate morning, I hate everything' I thought.
Suddenly my phone started ringing, how angry I was I could break it but my brother's name was on the screen, and I have no money for another phone.

"It's 9 o'clock in the morning, 9 o'clock. What would you possibly want?" I asked with the phone in my hand.

"Wow y / n, what did you do? Didn't you sleep last night?" Said George. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

"George, if you don't want anything from me, why are you calling me at such an hour?" I whined trying to get out of bed .

"I just wanted you to know that I'm visiting you" he responds

"When?" I asked without any interest

"Today" he said. I bet he was laughing behind the phone for no reason.

"Okay" I said. Closing the call, I struggled not to slam the phone against a wall. All I wanted was sleep, no sunlight, no calling, no George.

I finally managed to get out of bed and went to the bathroom. I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I had some terrible dark circles.

"Why? Why do I have to do this? Who the fuck is gonna see me? Huh?" I cried. Basically this is my morning routine. First crying and then skin care routine.

I finished it all, I finished my morning routine, I got dressed and made myself a coffee. I was sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee in one hand and the phone in the other when someone knocked on my door.

"It can't be him ..." I murmured, looking at the door. I noticed that he was no longer knocking, so I didn't bother to go open the door. Well, I thought so until I heard a knock again.

"uhh I'm coming" I shouted as I walked to the door. If it's George, I'll hit him in the head. I opened the door  and looked at the person in front of me.

"Sorry who are you?" I asked the person in front of me. He was quite tall, with brunette hair, a white sanitary mask on his face and blue eyes. He smelled of grass if you ask me.

"I think I-... I think I got the wrong address" he told me

"I'm sorry,have a great day" he completed while walking away.

I was standing at the door and watching him leave not knowing what to say. God tests me every day. I closed the door with a sigh and headed back to the kitchen table.

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"So,should I call the police?" I asked George

"What,no, let's hope it was not a killer" he responded sarcastically

"You're not helping" I told him

"I gotta go" I completed. I honestly don't like his sarcasm. I took my bag and went to the store. My refrigerator needed to be refilled.

I went into the store. Today is Monday, but I didn't expect it to be so quiet. There aren't that many people. Usually the shops are full of people on Mondays. It's kinda strange today, but strangely satisfying.

"Where the fuck is the coffee aisle" I murmured trying to find it. Of course that coffee is the first thing that I think about.

I went shopping and left the store. My hands were full of bags. And of course George always finds the best moments to call. Sometimes I really can't understand him. What did I do wrong?

"Yes George?" I answered the phone trying to balance the bags

"Where are you?" He said. He sounded tired.

"Oh my God...I went to the store. I am leaving now" I said. My hands started to hurt. My wrists were red.

"Ah okay, I'm waiting for you" he said. What was that? I think I thought I heard some keys in his hand. I hung up and headed home.It was quite warm outside but a little cloudy. I think it's going to rain. I walked on the pavement and struggled with the bags. I was lucky the rain didn't start.

After about 10 minutes I arrived in front of my apartment. I opened the door and went up the stairs. Because the apartment has only 4 floors, there is no elevator. And of course, I'm on the 4th floor. I can't wait to move. It's a pain to go up to the fourth floor every day. Especially with bags in hand.

"Oh thank Lord" I said panting. After so many stairs, you don't feel like anything. I reached the door and wiped my sneakers on the welcome mat. I looked for my keys in my bag, but the door opened on its own. Maybe it didn't open on its own, George was behind the door.

"Do you know that it is illegal to invade the privacy of an adult?" I said looking at George ready to enter the house.

"You're welcome" He said, taking the bags from my hands.

"And, I'm an adult too" he added.

"George, that doesn't make a difference." I said while closing the door behind us

George put the bags on the table and sat down on the chair. And he put his hands on the table and started playing with his childish bracelet.

"So how can I help you? I asked him as I took the tea out of the drawer. He seemed a little upset and thoughtful so I thought maybe a tea would help.

"We're going to Florida, " He said, glancing at me.

"What?"