REMEMBERING SUNDAY (an all time low based fanfic)

The woman with no name

2:00 am  Friday morning...
5 weeks before the accident
"Okay Mr.Gaskarth you are ready to be released now it seems like no body was able to identify you as a spouse or friend or of any relationship so no one is waiting to pick you up and it seems as if the number you had given us for your 'girlfriend' is invalid. Sorry sir have a good one" the nurse said solemnly. These past 5 weeks had been tough for her and Alexander. He had been in the trauma center under extensive  care. The nurse had grown to feel everything Alexander had been feeling even though he was unable to express it, he had become completely numb of all emotion as if his limbs and lower body were not enough for the demon to take hold of, but it was all he wanted his whole life. He always wanted to not feel, to not suffer the excruciating pain and hardship of life the essential part of a human we call ,"emotion". His life was a series of tragic events that one might almost believe he was cursed even though they might not have faith in curses or all that voodoo shit. Mr.Gaskarth was a quiet man , he kept to himself he preferred to listen not speak. But after the car crash that happened 5 weeks ago his silence became eerie and unsettling for even the most disturbed of souls. It was as if there really was a demon inside or a curse placed upon the desolate and empty heart it was thriving and grasping its hold to the core of his heart crushing it till it was no more, it was almost nonexistent.  His heart had already been crushed by the impact of lies, regret and heartbreak.
"It's time for you to leave Mr.Gaskarth" as the nurse wheeled him out releasing him into his own fiery hell,  a world that was better off without him.
Sunday 2:00am
"He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. He hasn't been sober for days".He had been having nightmares and waking up frequently almost too frequently it was like a voice was calling him saying "Alex I miss you" it was a gentle yet threatening voice with a sound of an angel but the tone of a person charged with fear, regret, and anger but he got the sense of revenge. Who was this mysterious voice he had been hearing for about 6 weeks. The nightmares, Traumatic, and the lull numbness, PTSD the nurse called it. Alex felt more than that. He went downstairs and made breakfast a very small breakfast you would have thought was for a tiny child. One quarter of toast and One half a boiled egg. But the meal had less of a childish "breakfast snack" feel when he pulled out the only things that made him feel safe in life through all the shit and turbulence of it all. And fuck it was relieving for him just looking at these 2 items. A knife very freshly sharpened to remind him he was still alive. And a bottle of vodka so big it could have been illegal, it was to make him forget and numb the short period of him feeling alive. It numbed his senses and emotions and it seemed to stop the bastard voices in his head from talking. He went outside to think into the cool breeze of the morning. He started to remember. Despite the fact he had forgotten many things it was like a puzzle slowly putting itself together he was remembering bits and pieces of his life. He was Remembering  Sunday. Who he loved, who he missed. And an emotion that seemed foreign to him began to rage through his body, lust. He was missing something, someone but who? He lost his thought. He put down the bottle to regain his thought. "Sunday" Alex let under his breath in a fit of fiery hell. Why was he mad. He didn't know. Was it the demons inside of him,was it anger or simply joy he couldn't tell emotion had seemed so
foreign to him. He had a flash back.
1 month ago May 19,2016
"Darling your always so quiet I'm concerned" a woman said
"You have nothing to be concerned about I'm fine" a man said
"You seem calm but it's not a kind of calmness or stillness that is known to a man or you especially in this situation.
" I TOLD YOU AGAIN IM FINE AND IF YOU ASK ME AGAIN ILL MAKE SURE YOU WILL REGRET IT"
The woman was terrified and placed food in front of him, two eggs. That was all. The man looked horrified and regretful about the words and tones he had used.
"Excuse me- If if I may"
The woman nodded. He left the room.
Who was the man, who was the woman and why was the man so violent so so charged with unnecessary emotion.
Sunday 2:30 am
The man had stood there for 30 minutes asking himself those questions over and over again, if he could he would have beaten himself to death to get the answer. He was crazy he had no sense of safety, no self respect, no meaning in life. He got a call "Mark" he said to himself.
"The trauma center called, they said your out and ready to work. That's good news. You want to know why?" Mark exclaimed
"Why" Alex asked uninterested
"More workers, more profits. Business has been down since the car crash. Business has been down since you left. You start at 8:00 am bright and early."
Why was this man calling him at 2:30 in the morning? He had the tone of a man greedy, full of lust for money. Oh and he was a man who wanted and desired everything in the world whether it was good for him or not, he didn't care what it was, who he had to take it from, he just knew he wanted it. He embodied one of the 7 deadly sins himself, greed. Alex didn't remember he had a job but he was to soon remember.