My Fantastic, Horrible Day
Tragedy
Author's Note:
In my literature group we all were asked certain basic like "Pick a type of clothing" for all of our answers we all had to try to use as many as possible with making sense and no having random things happen in the writing.
It was March, the month of our anniversary, I think he might propose, anything is possible when your waking up to the birds singing and the sun coming up and shining through your window giving my room the extra heat that it desires. I slither out of my bed like a snake, and slip on my largely fluffy robe, as I'm moving down the stairs and into the kitchen like a robot, I grab a bowl of cookie crisp and begin to brew coffee. The coffee breezes through my throat craving for more. Once I start sipping instead of chugging it down I remembered my dream from last tonight. Tonight is going to be a big night. It was my boyfriend Calvin, and me's 3 year anniversary, and all my friends thought he was gong to propose, so I needed to prepare.
I hoped into my car and started the engine, which is always a good feeling turning the car key, and suddenly feeling in control. With the leather chair underneath me supporting my destination. I'm cruising through the streets, and I pull off to the local market. Finally, I got to the store and it's already one o'clock and the dinner is at five, so I have time to spare. Aisle by aisle I looked for things I need for tonight. Most of them were all just food, which I didn’t need because we were going to go out for dinner tonight. My face begins to go from a smile into a frown because I can't find what I'm looking for. All I can find is food, random kid toys like alpacas and platypuses which leaves me nowhere, so I start heading out of the store thinking might as well get mints, you never no what your going to eat. I'm in the check up line and across the way I see the most cutest orange tank top ever invented and I knew I had to have it. Also, it was Calvin's favorite color which was a total bonus. I grab the shirt and go back in line and drift off about my night. How he would come in being all romantic giving me roses, and how we would live happily ever after. We'll have our honeymoon and bike around in a very tropic area with a beautiful waterfall as the background. Then, I saw three kids Carmen, Nick, and Rosalie. I snap back to reality and I'm disappointed to not have that as my life. To be living in a crowned, and loud city like New York, but it's okay soon that life will come. As I'm leaving the market I look up at the sky and then the sunlight takes an exit.
Once I get home I realize that I still haven't taken a shower or cleaned anything so I knew I had to get moving. Feeling the steamy hot shower bounce all over my body, giving it a boost of energy. I dry myself off with a smooth, warm towel. I dried off my body, and then starting putting on all of my new clothes, fitting to my body. Next step was for me to put on my mask, the mask that covers all of my blemishes.
Finally I'm done. I cruised down the stairs and pressed play on the voicemail box. I listen as it says "Three new messages, first message sent Wednesday at 2:47 PM… Hey Carly! Its's Jessica I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the movies on Friday, it's at 9 o'clock. Bye!... End of message. Next message sent yesterday at 11:03 AM… Hi Carly! It's your big sis calling to let you know there's a family dinner mom put together and your part of the family! It's Next week Sunday and It's an open house dinner and lunch. Hope to see you there, Bye!... End of message. Last message sent today at 4:30 PM…Hi Hun, It's Calvin... I'm incredibly sorry, but I can't come tonight. I didn't want it to end like this at all, but I think you’re a great person, but just no the one for me, Again I'm sorry. Bye… End of message. No more messages." My heart sank to the ground. I've been waiting for the night what felt like forever. I wanted to take a hammer to my head because I was stressed, angry, and sad. My life has flashed before my eyes and my night comes to a tragic ending . I feel alone and isolated. My home which is filled with love and care goes to creepy and ghostly. I look outside and notice the weather changed once again from dark cloudy, to thunder and lightning. I start asking myself why is this happening to me? Did I do something wrong?
I walked back up my room almost crawling, and tears drip down my face. Crushed by the man who loves me, or loved anyway. I walked outside to my balcony and just stayed there because to me there is no point in living anymore.
