(This story contains mildly mature content. Read at your own risk.)

Monday

Another day, another eight hours of hell. I sighed as I shut off my alarm clock. I sat up and stretched before getting out of bed. I yawned as I made my way to the bathroom. I flipped on the light switch and looked at myself in the mirror.

"You look like shit, as always, Malcolm." I said to my reflection as I stared at it. I moved some brown hair out of my pale skinned face to see my dark green eyes better. I sighed again and got ready for the day. I didn't have time to grab breakfast because I spent too long contemplating life in the shower. I had enough time to take my medicine, though. I frowned a little when I realized I was almost out. One more day of medication before it runs out.

"I'm going to have to order a new prescription." I thought to myself as I grabbed my jacket and walked out of my apartment. I shut and locked the door behind me before I walked downstairs to the door.

The smell of burnt rubber, fast food, and marijuana filled my nostrils as I stepped outside. Horns honking and sirens in the distance, people screaming at each other, a normal morning in the city.

"Hey, man." A 'homeless' man said as he came up to me. I glanced at him with an emotionless gaze.

"What do you want?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Just a few dollars for something to eat, please." He begged, giving me big, sad eyes. I've seen this guy many times now. He's got a nice house, a nice car, hell, he's got a hot girlfriend too. He's only out here begging so he has cash to give to his heroin dealer without having to make suspicious withdrawals of money from his account.

"No." I huffed, walking down the street.

"Fuck you! Selfish bastard! Don't you have a heart!?" He screamed at me as I walked away. I simply rolled my eyes and continued walking. He does this every other day, says pretty much the same thing every time I don't feed his addiction. I got into my old, beat up station wagon. It was a of shit, but it was my piece of shit, and best means for transportation. piece

The buses are useless, unless you're a fifteen year old slut looking for a good time with someone that'll end up being a human trafficker. Occasionally, the bus drivers won't be drunk, high as fuck, or both, and actually do their job properly. Most of the time they're not reliable at all.

I put the key in the ignition and turned it, the engine groaning and sputtering for a moment before finally starting. I drove to the office I worked in and parked on the street. It costs more to park in the parking garage than on the street. I fed the parking meter my cash before going up to the building. I scanned my ID badge before entering.

I didn't feel like having an awkward silence with someone in an elevator for thirty seconds, so I used my badge to open the stairwell and walked up to the fourth floor of the building. It looked how you would expect. Bland white walls, bland light grey carpet, cubicles, a few doors, one leading to the office of the supervisor, two leading to the bathrooms, and one leading to the break room. I walked over to my cubicle and sat down at my desk. I started up my computer and looked over the paperwork on my desk.

The day was mostly uneventful.

Towards the end of my shift, the supervisor walked up to my cubicle and knocked on the side.

"Mister Johnston?" She said. I sighed a little and turned to look at her.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?" She asked, looking concerned. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean? Of course I'm alright." I said. Was there something on my face? On my shirt?

"You've been avoiding everyone since the moment you started working here. Your coworkers are concerned." She explained. I huffed in annoyance.

"The only thing they need to be concerned about is minding their own God damn business." I replied. She sighed a little.

"Alright... Just at least say hello to people as you pass by. It'll put them at ease." She said before walking away. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my temples before getting back to work. I finished up and then unlocked the stairwell and walked back downstairs. As I was walking I heard a loud crash outside. It didn't matter that much to me until I got outside. My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

"My car!" I yelled as I ran up to the accident. Some crackhead drove his car right into mine!

"I'm so sorry!" A woman said to me. Her head was bleeding, and she seemed to be the driver that trashed my car. I was practically shaking with rage. I balled my hands into fists and started grinding my teeth. I took in a deep breath and calmed myself.

"Give me your insurance information. Now." I said, still trying to stay calm. The woman fumbled a little with a small notepad and pen before ripping off a piece of paper and handing it to me. I snatched it from her and shoved it in my pocket.

"You'll be hearing from my lawyer soon." I said as I walked off. The woman starred sobbing as I walked away. I just wanted to get back home. It was a long walk, and the bitter cold was not kind. When I made it back to my apartment, I was exhausted.

I took off my jacket and hung it by the door. I walked into the kitchen and pulled a tv dinner out of the freezer and popped it in the microwave. While it heated up I pulled out my phone and called the pharmacy to refill my prescription. While I was on the phone, I was informed my prescription had been terminated by the machine before it hung up on me.

"What the fuck...?" I mumbled to myself. I called the pharmacy again, and this time talked to an actual person.

"How may I help you?" A woman on the other end of the line asked.

"Hi, my name is Malcolm Johnston. I have a prescription that's not being filled, but I have two refills left." I explained.

"Okay, hang on a second." She said as I heard her typing on a keyboard. She took in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry, sir, your doctor had his license suspended, the prescription isn't valid anymore."

"What!?" I exclaimed. "When did this happen!?"

"Just this morning." She said. I ran a hand through my hair.

"Is there anything you can do?" I asked, trying to keep my cool. "I'm about to run out, and I can't function without them."

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do... I would suggest calling your insurance office and asking for a new doctor and prescription..." She apologized. I sighed.

"Okay... Thank you anyway...." I said before hanging up. I put the phone down and thought for a while, shaking my head.

"FUCK!" I suddenly exclaimed. I took a deep breath and calmed myself again. The insurance company isn't open right now. I'll have to call tomorrow. I pulled my food out of the microwave and ate it as quickly as possible. I then got ready for bed.

"What a fucking day..." I mumbled to myself before falling asleep in my bed.