Once was... || Lost In Translation FF

Chapter 1:

I got onto my feet making sure I didn't step on any glass and walked into the bathroom. I flicked on the light and stared intensely into the mirror. My eye bags are now just beginning to fade and my eyes were no longer bloodshot.

I take several deep breaths as I gaze into my eyes before shifting it to my hair which sported an intense bed head from me not drying my hair after a shower this morning. I look down at my mouth and immediately notice that I have a tiny line of drool that only went a little under two inches from the corner of my mouth.

I looked at it for a few more moments before I turned on the faucet and splashed water onto my face. I finished the rest of my business in the bathroom before heading into my closet picking out some clothes and putting them on.

I thought about the William guy as I just put on my shirt. Through my friend, I found out that when he arrived at the hospital his condition went into a nosedive and he immediately had to be put in the ICU and ever since then his condition continued to go downhill as the days passed by, he eventually passed away just yesterday and that really threw me off.

Even if he is a person that I only know the name of the fact that he just randomly threw up and collapsed onto the floor really concerned me.

My thoughts about him are soon overcome with food as I entered the kitchen and made the short walk to my fridge. Opening it I saw that all I had left was just a bottle of water and a stick of butter.

'Great...' I thought to myself,

I gotta go to the grocery store. I immediately go and grab my credit card and my phone and check my bank account 'I have enough for food for the rest of the month and I can finally eat out!' It doesn't seem much to others but it was a lot of money with my kind of pay, enough to pay the rent and bills. I hardly ever have money left over so whatever money I have left I simply use it for another time.

I look around my little apartment and notice that it's very filthily, I don't really clean much because it's a real hassle to do so I just let it slowly pile up until I have to do it. I go to my closet and get out the cleaning supplies and this maid outfit that I randomly got as a gift for my birthday because some of my friends thought it would be a funny prank... I don't really wear it of course because who would want to see me in a maid outfit.

It doesn't really take me very long to clean the entire apartment, just a little over half an hour and it's spotless. I put up the cleaning supplies and quickly dumped the maid outfit into my pile of dirty clothes making sure none of my neighbors saw me wearing it through my window cause that's going to be embarrassing.

I put on some faded jeans and white t-shirt and head towards the nearby restaurant, the food was really cheap so I didn't need to worry about what I was ordering there so I never came home hungry. I opened my door and see that the hall is nearly empty except for one of my neighbors standing outside in his boxers holding alcohol in his hand.

I tried to quietly walk by him but he caught me at the last second, he started to say barely understandable words and flung the bottle towards me and hitting the wall just right next to my head. I quickly rushed out of the building terrified of what else he might throw or said to me and went directly to the restaurant.

I opened the door and looked one last time behind me and reassured myself that he isn't following me and turned back around to see the owner of the restaurant, giving me a look like i just grown a third head.

The owner was a 73 year old Italian women that immigrated to the U.S when she was just 13 years old, she had 3 children and too many grandchildren to count but a few years ago her husband was rushed to the hospital after suffering from a heart attack and later passed away and ever since then I see a little bit of her personality disappear every day.