Luke's POV/Seattle:
I asked the bar attendant for another beer as I took the last sip of my second bottle tonight. The bitter taste burned as it went down my throat.
"You look too young to be depressed and drinking," the bar attendant wearing a red v-neck shirt and red lipstick, that was way too prominent for her skin tone, remarked, "usually I get older men sitting here drinking till the late hours, depressed about their miserable lives."
"Yeah well, my life isn't any better than those old men you get here," I admitted.
"Sorry to hear that," she said with no pity in her voice as she wiped some wine glasses. She wasn't actually sorry.
"Yeah well, nothing you can do about it," I said trying to end this pointless conversation.
She gave me another beer and I chugged some of it down before taking out some cash and placing it on the table. I got up and made my way to exit the bar with the bottle in hand.
It was two in the morning, the city of Seattle was still awake with people walking around on the streets like it was day. Like me they seemed to be wide awake. Except they were happy. And I, I was a miserable mess.
I walked the busy streets of downtown, just wasting time. Trying to enjoy freedom while I still had it. Tomorrow, or rather this afternoon, I would be leaving for Manhattan.
In Manhattan I was supposed to start college. Not exactly by my own choice. My parents wanted to get me away from all the troubles that I've had in my life here in Seattle. They wanted me to have a fresh start. If you asked me, I'd just rather disappear, like I never existed. Maybe then I would finally be free from all this pain.
When I had told my therapist about this, she labeled me as clinically depressed and told my parents that something had to be done or else there was a chance I would become suicidal. What she didn't know was that if I wanted to kill myself, I would have done it by now.
The choice was not mine though. It was the therapist giving the choices and then my parents' decision on what they would do with me. They had decided to send me away across the country to attend college and continue sessions with one of the best therapists in the country.
It was all bullshit if you asked me. I was sick and tired of people assuming they knew what was wrong with me. They weren't me. How could they know better than me or what was best for me? That was exactly it. They couldn't.
I continued walking the streets of the bright city. My phone vibrated in my pocket for the probably the tenth time by now. It was my mom again. More likely annoyed at my being out late when it was my last night home. Slowly I made my way towards home. There was nothing else to do and the vibrating of my phone was getting annoying.
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So sorry for not updating in a long time. Hope I'll be able to update more often now lol
sorry for a short chapter, it's more of a preview of Luke's life and thoughts. Next chapter coming real soon!
Thanks for reading! :)
