Well today I turned 23 and I am now starting to hallucinate again. I didn't realize at first that they were hallucinations until a lady named Kloe (that's right I read name tags) from Subway wasn't taking my friends order. I said, "Hey lady, can you take my friends order?" She said there wasn't anyone there. I said, "What is this some kind of sick joke? Do you think this is funny?!?" When I continued yelling at her to take my friends order she threatened to call the police, and then kicked me out.
So I was at my apartment working on my latest drawing when all the sudden the door bell rings. I usually don't have guests over so I was hoping that the bitch from Subway didn't call the police on me...I don't know why she would I wasn't doing anything illegal...I guess I could have been flagged as a public nuisance. So I waited and waited and waited, they wouldn't stop so I got up and looked through the peephole. It was a lady about my age straight blonde hair, deep green eyes, wearing a weird sweater....it must be a blasted shrink or something. I'll bet that lady from Subway goes to this shrink and thought it would be 'nice' to get me evaluated. I wondered how she got my stupid address and answered the door.
Me, "Who are you? Who do you work for? And why the hell are you here?"
She said, "I am Amber, I work at Subway, and I am here to meet you."
Me, "How did you know where I live?"
Amber, "The phone book, Gabriel."
Oh great a stalker...this day just keeps getting better and better.
Amber, "I just thought what you did today for your friend was nice and I wanted to meet you."
Me, "What do you want to know?"
Amber, "Can I come in?"
Me, "I suppose."
"Nice apartment." She said while making herself comfortable on my couch in the living room.
Me, "Would you like a refreshment?"
Amber, "Water is fine."
"So what is it that you want to know?" I said while handing her her drink and joining her.
Amber, "Everything."
Me, "Ask me anything."
I am not really sure if I should tell her anything, but drawing wasn't nearly as interesting.
Amber, "What's your friends name?"
"His name is Sevrin."
"What's your favorite color."
"Red." Blood was on my mind.
"Were you born in Chicago?"
"Nope I am from London originally. I only stayed there a couple months and then me and my mom to moved to Chicago."
"What's your favorite song?"
"Wouldn't it be Nice by The Beach Boys. Why do you want to know all this?"
"Because I like you Gabriel. What's your favorite movie?"
I tried to think of a movie less gory than what I like.
"I like Fragile."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty three as of today."
"Well happy birthday!"
Amber, "Your turn to ask me some questions."
"What's your favorite color?"
"Orange."
"Why do you like me?"
Awkward pause...
"Because you're compelling, funny, good looking, nice and I'd like to know more about you."
Three out of four isn't bad.
"I like you too." That was awkward.
She proceded to play with my hair......maybe this won't be such a bad birthday after all I thought.
I pushed her hair away from her eyes, her eyes were locked onto mine. She kissed me passionately...so I kissed her back.
"You're a terrible kisser," She said.
"It's my first time."
"You're 23 and you've never been kissed?"
"No but it's my first time willingly being kissed."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"You can trust me Gabriel I won't tell anyone if you don't want me too."
I thought I might as well tell her who would she tell anyways....
I sighed..."I was sexually abused by my father."
"Oh Gabriel, I am so sorry."
She truly was sorry. I tried to think of a way to change the subject so she wouldn't feel bad.
"It's ok, I'm fine. Lets go to my room." I am really not over it but I tried to be convincing. She bought it.
"I am glad you're ok." She said as she followed me to my room.
I wasn't sure what to say that wouldn't be awkward. So we sat on my bed and watched some TV. I am not sure if this was the right thing to do or what I was supposed to do (I have never met a girl who likes me), but I thought TV was the solution....it wasn't.
"What do you do for fun?" I asked her.
"Let me show you," she said in a weird voice.
She pushed me down and started kissing me...I thought this was a bit weird at first but I figured this was 'normal' and I should try to be as 'normal' as possible. I started to kiss her back and then abruptly said I was thirsty. I think it was a valid excuse.
So I went to my kitchen and drank a glass of milk. When I got back all she had on was a bra and underwear...I figured this must be normal as well. So I took off my shirt and shorts.
"You're so hot," she said.
I assumed it was a complement, and joined her on the bed. We started having sex and then my head hurt really really bad.
"Stop.... please stop." I yelled.
"What don't you like me?"
"Of course I like you...it's just my head hurts like hell."
"Are you ok?"
"It feels like someone hit me in the head with a brick but other then that yes."
"Do you think an ice pack will help?"
"Maybe." I headed toward the bathroom to check my temperature...Oh great 104 degrees.
Amber came in the bathroom and gave me the ice pack.
"Well, what's your temperature?"
"One hundred and four degr..." I fainted.
I woke up in an ambulance with Amber sitting beside me.
She kept saying, "Everything is going to be ok."
I was glad she was with me. We arrived at the hospital. I got rushed to the ER and the doctors ran a million tests. It turns out I had a stroke. I just turned 23 and already I have had 7 seizures, hallucinations, 3 heart attacks, 1 stroke, 8 Asthma attacks, tinnitus, skin falling off on arms and legs, a tumor, insomnia, a broken leg four times, a broken arm twice, a lot of blackouts (because I was abused), broken ankles 23 (hey thats one for every year I've been alive), 17 comas (I once was in a coma for 8 days before my landlord found me in my room when I came to I was starving).
And Amber stayed there the whole time. I really like her. I am spending the night at the hospital. Amber is staying here and taking the week off. :)
So yeh that was my birthday...probably the best one I'll ever have. So whatever.
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