Gary swift woke up at around 3am that night, he lifted his head wearily of the crumpled pillow and stumbled over to his on-suite, bits of dirt crumbled under his feet like fresh biscuit crumbs and the slippery tiles made him unsteady, Gary grabbed on to the nearby sink for stability and began to inspect himself in the filthy mirror he ran his fingers through his withering hair- at 32 his hair was thinning and he was dreadfully self conscious about it. He made faces at his reflection Sad face, a happy face, angry face; He squinted... The beams of light coming through the small window bounced of the mirror and into Gary’s eyes you could almost see the pain.
He showered next and found himself enjoying the comfortable feel of hot water against his body the soap stung as it collided with his wounds, he hadn’t been attacked – well not recently…he had just lived a hard life.
This particular wound lay right underneath his shoulder and had never been treated it oozed frequently his best friend had stabbed him in a ecstasy educed fit. Shows what drugs can do to a person the paranoia stings. The shower abruptly stopped and Gary sighed “fucking useless shower” he stepped onto the now soaking tiles and walked into his room completely naked, a small fly flew past Gary’s head and he wafted it away water splattering off his soaking hands, he then grabbed for the towel he’d used to clean the mirror Gary pondered over his wardrobe – a pile of clothes on his floor, showered and dressed he was ready to go.
It was exactly 3.17 am.