Dear Mom

Is it Just me?

Once upon a time, there was a boy named........ Jk this story is sadly not a fairy tale. But rather a tale of modern times..... sorta.

We start with the star of the show, a charming young fellow named Wyatt. He lived in a fairly large city, Chicago, and attended Chamberlain University. He was an ordinary kid who worked at the library across the street from his one bedroom apartment, very convenient, I know. Now anyways I'm sure you want me to get on with the story since none of this is interesting news, but trust me, this is where it all begins.

*At the library where Wyatt works*
*Wyatt POV*

I've been having shifts almost every day, I feel like I'm never free. I would quit this job but I really don't have a better choice money wise. They weren't wrong when they said college debt would be the end of you.

" Excuse me sir, can I check out these books now?" A young lady says behind the counter while looking at Wyatt in concern, as he seemed completely out of it.

" Of course, I'm so sorry about that, just having a long day." I say trying to laugh it off. Great, now I'm zoning out at work too.

" Don't worry about it I totally get you." She said while letting out a slight giggle as she grabs the books I just check out for her.

Man I really need to pay better attention, at this rate I'll be fired. But while working here I realized something peculiar. Every Tuesday the same guy enters the store around the same time and rents out the same books again and again, like a cycle. He should be here right now.

*Creeeeek*

Yup he's here, I don't even have to turn around to the sound of the opening door to know it was him. All I have to do is look at the people around me. All staring in the direction of the front door in visible awe, indeed he was very good looking, but not good looking enough to divert my attention from his strange antics. I took a sip of my ice coffee amused at watching girls and heck even guys flaunt at this strange man. And yes I'll paint a picture for you don't worry. He is a tall, slender yet toned man probably about 6'4 with slick mid length black hair. He had dark brown cat eyes and very straight posture, probably in his early 20's. Without a doubt he had an intimidating look and his aura was no different.

While, restocking the shelves with returned books I was interrupted.

"Excuse me, do you have books?"
I hear the voice of a man say behind me. I turn around slightly confused and shocked. Does he not know this is a library? Mid turn I realized it was the odd handsome fellow who was asking the question, to be honest the fact that he was asking an employee, me, for help rather than getting the same book he rented out last time was more shocking than his question.

I then put on my most fake customer service voice and replied the best I could to his question with a smile.

" Of course, is there specific book or genre you have in mind, or possibly a certain author?

" Yes, actually, do you have any books by Marta Clellan?" The man said back with a rather emotionless facial expression, as if he were robot. I swear somethings a little off about him, he sounds kinda sad every time I hear him talk. I think it's best I don't make small talk with him. I quickly head to the check out desk with the computer to see if we had any new books by this author in stock, but nothing popped up.

I slowly walk back to him, " I'm sorry sir but it seems that we don't have any new or recent books by that author, other than the ones we have displayed. I'd be happy to guide you to them if you would like?" No I wouldn't. What I would actually like to do is quit this job and sleep for the rest of my life.

"Ah, I see." The man replied sounding more upset than usual, like a kid who dropped his ice cream cone.

" I guess I'll take my leave then, thank you for the help." He said while slightly moping to the exit, with all attention still toward him.

Uhgggg I only have to be here for another 30 minutes then my shift will finally be over. Thank god. Speaking of which I need to buy groceries, who am I kidding I'll probably just go to the convince store and buy food.
A few tasks like reorganizing shelves and checking out some books later, my shift came to an end. I head out the back door and start walking to the convenience store to pick up a quick dinner. I am a college student after all I can't afford much more than that. While walking I notice a fairly odd women wandering in the middle of the street dress in clothes that looked popular in the 80's. Was she doing a photo shoot or something? But I don't see the photographer. Suddenly I realized there was a car about 4 blocks behind her going full speed.

" HEY, GET OUT OF THE ROAD, THERES A CAR BEHIND YOU."

She wasn't moving, is she deaf? Blind? Both!? What was worse was every one was looking at me, not helping and not paying attention to the lady WHOSE LIFE WAS IN DANGER.

A few seconds pass and the car, still going full speed, was about a foot away from the lady. I stood there thinking I was going to witness a hit and run, about to flinch. When the car....... the car went right through her.

Am I hallucinating. This has to be a dream. I mean I know I overwork, eat unhealthily and don't get much sleep. But I didn't think my lifestyle was so bad to the point where I'd start hallucinating. And to add on to that there's a crowd of people currently staring at me like I'm a lunatic. I changed my mind, being to embarrassed to go to the convenience store I decided to quickly head home in hopes no one would notice me. Sure I was in a city with plenty of crackheads and crazies meaning no one would probably remember me but my self conscious mind wouldn't let me.

As I walked back to my apartment building I made it about half way up the stairs when I notice an unfamiliar old man heading down. To make it less awkward when we'd cross paths I gave him a small friendly smile only to be greeted with a dead stare. I guess he's not having a good day, I thought. He continued to stare at me while going down the stairs which started to creep me out, but then I noticed he had suddenly lost his balance. He was going to fall. Despite not knowing this slightly creepy old man I try to catch him as his body started to tumble down the stairs. But then it hit me. Just kidding. Nothing hit me. The man's body went woosh. Right through me. I turn around to make sure he was still there. And indeed he was. But he was stood up and looked completely fine, like that fall didn't even happen or take any toll on his body. I really should head to bed, it probably the lack of sleep going to my head. Right?
I make it to the hallway where my apartment is and I got stopped in my tracks with a paper on my neighbors door. They're getting evicted. Right then in there I let out a big smile followed by a sigh of relief. They were the WORST neighbors I've ever had. My memories of them were contained of the smell cigarette smoke coming from their apartment followed by endless parties and disturbances. They probably got too many complaints as time went by, since I did witness the police knocking on his door about complaints several times. Either way I'm happy. Thank god I have a little bit of good news to make up for a little of what happened today. I entered my passcode on the keypad to enter my apartment and go straight to bed. No stop to eat, shower, brush my teeth. Nothing. Hoping when I woke up everything that happened today would all go away, except for my neighbors getting evicted. I really hope that wasn't a hallucination too.