Rays of sunlight beseeching the darkness that clouded the desolate room. The curtain dangling, trying to stop the rays, clothes slapped all over the bedroom. Heavy breathing coming from the bed as a man turned over, pacing his breath. His beard grown sprawling into a mess, unshaven, unclean. Only to wear black cargo shorts and a belt to keep it close to the man, he was slightly built, though a slim frame. Bottles of beer scattered onto the floor, his hand hanging off the bed clinging to an empty beer bottle, soon to let it roll off his finger tips. The man groaned, getting up slowly. The isolate reddish brown eyes peering through the darkness, joints cracking as the man shifted his body off of the twin sized bed. Bare feet setting itself onto the clothing underneath as he slowly grazed towards the door.
Turning the knob, the man crept out of the bedroom to be met with the dazing sunlight slipping through the translucent white curtains. The fading floorboards greeted the feet, sycamore wood table left tidy. Four oak wood chairs neatly pushed into the table. The man say onto the dark brown recliner, letting the warm welcome sooth his muscles. He relaxed, a phone ringing next to him, picking it up he answered.
"Hello?.." He groggily answered
"Kyle? You attending her funeral today?" The voice on the other end sounded unsure, hesitant
"Yeah... why?" He responded calmly, though not giving her time to answer, he hung up. Sighing heavily upon himself as he rose, laying the phone onto the coffee table. Staggering towards the laundry room, stopping at the doorframe as he placed his hand on top of it, regaining his balance. He'd shifted towards the folded clothing on top of the dryer. Picking up the black cargo pants and black shirt, taking a ashy grey slim dress shirt, and another pair of boxers. Straightening out his back as he made his way towards the bathroom.
He'd turn on the light and the fan, closing and locking the door, inspecting the sink as broken glass, empty pill bottles and dried blood surrounded the sink. Kyle would groan, pushing most of it aside and into the garbage. Sighing as he laid down the clothing, reaching down to retrieve a rather clean towel. Though having some cocaine residue. He'd sigh, slowly removing his clothing to show the scarred tissue on his torso. Stepping into the shower...
