Sometimes I just hate life. Sometimes everything just seems so pointless. Do we not exist purely to love each other? What did people in olden days do when divorce was taboo? They made it work, that is what they did! Sometimes I wonder why people even still go through the completely archaic ritual of getting married. It is a total waste of money if you want to ask me for my opinion. Unwillingly I wonder when my dad met the new love of his life. Will he marry her, or did he learn his lesson the first time that love just does not last. Could people not just enjoy the brief moment they are here on earth, make the right choices like never get married, never fall in love.
I plug my earphones into my ears, this time not to block out the noise, but to block out the utter silence left after my dad went missing from my life. Granted, I never saw him because he was always at work or, as I have just discovered, with his new girlfriend, but he was always a part of my life. Now he will become my alternative weekend host.
Soon the music in my ears lulls me as I get lost in the lyrics of the songs I only downloaded this morning.
Jayden drops his bag as he walks into the lounge. He looks around bored and then he sits down onto the musty couch. He slides around and lifts his legs as he stretches out onto the couch. Folding his arms under his head, he calls to Kieran, "Did you try to find the worst place in this town?"
Kieran calls back from upstairs, "This is all I could find on such short notice."
Jayden can hear the creaks across the ceiling of the lounge as Kieran crosses the room above him. He sighs as he reaches for the remote control on the small, dingy-looking coffee table. With the tips of his fingers, he inches it closer until he can grasp it in his hand. He clicks the on button and then flips through the three television channels to see if anything interests him enough to watch.
Kieran crosses the bedroom and moves the curtain in front of the window aside so that he can look out. He has a view of the entire town, from the railway bridge up to the hospital.
Turning away from the window, the curtain drops down, making the room twilight dark again. He walks across the hall to the only other bedroom in this two-bedroom apartment. He looks out of the window and notices that his view is limited to the back gardens of the neighbours.