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Ohioisonfire

I'm tired of walking alone

Alan’s P.O.V

Dull, dreary, dismal, to sum it up into one word, depressing; yes, the weather today was absolutely depressing. While I all but longed to stay wrapped up in the warm confides of my bed, the incessant beeping of my alarm clock noted otherwise. Six in the morning, five days a week, I was whisked out of my all but warming apartment and forced to work the day away at a local diner. It wasn’t exactly hard work, but it was…work; and frankly, who enjoyed doing that?

Even at 22 years old, my bones groaned and popped in protest as I dramatically flopped out of bed and slammed a tired hand onto my alarm clock. For a moment I sat numbly on the cold hardwood floor of my bedroom, quietly watching the sunrise break through a storm that hovered over Columbus, a city that had caused me more problems then I could begin to count. How was it humanly possible for something so brilliant to cause someone so much…pain?

Sighing, I grabbed my beat up cell phone from the dresser, and I wasn’t surprised to see that I had zero missed calls and not a single text. My parents had long since forgotten I existed, upon moving out they began to foster children, children they could morph and mold to fit into their ridiculously high standards. Something I could never meet. As I glanced into the mirror, still not moving off of the floor, it was clear as day why they had forgotten about me. I was nothing special, nothing worth remembering, in fact being forgotten was kind of my specialty. In school I never fitted in, but I wasn’t bullied either; I was simply the kid who was known as “The Ginger,” but nothing more. It was almost as if I was some sort of animal, one that didn’t even hold a name. No one asked for it, because once again, I was easily overlooked.

Deciding that I wasn’t going anywhere by sitting on the floor, I hoisted myself off of the ground and left only the covers in my wake. I all but dragged myself to the bathroom, where I then, slunk into the shower; desperately trying to wake myself up. The water was cold, which was something normal for the place I lived. Cracks resided in the ceilings and walls, the floors were stained and chipped; and my belongings were few and far between; but I made do. The chilled liquid clung to my shivering frame as I exited the tile shower and made a grab for a towel; one with holes from god knows what; but a towel nonetheless. It was like this every single day, wake up, go to work, and come home; to nothing. To no one either. It was days like this that I didn’t feel like waking up at all. When I closed my eyes at night, I was everything that I wasn’t. Handsome, cunning, successful, and loved, at least I felt that way. I dreamed of being many things, a famous guitarist, though I was no where near competent enough with a guitar; even a lawyer, which I mostly blame on watching too much Law & Order. But as I finished getting dressed and caught a glance of myself in the mirror once again, I remembered that I was none of those things. I was and always would be Alan Anthony Ashby, a boring person who led an equally boring life.

I shook my head, frowning at how pitiful the man in the full length mirror before me looked. He was thin, covered in a wide array of tattoos, with a mop of red hair planted atop of his head; he was tired and lonely, and all around looked done with living. And for the second time in the short thirty minutes I had been awake, I had to remind myself that the man in the mirror was no stranger.

-&-

Austin's P.O.V

Another night of staying awake was definitely taking an unforgiving toll on my body. It wasn’t like I chose to stay awake, no, for some reason; sleep refused to greet me with its presence last night. Perhaps it was guilt, the guilt I felt for my actions the prior day. Stealing always made me feel low, no matter how you put it; it was wrong. It wasn’t like I did it often, no, I already went through that phase in my life; this was just some food, food that I couldn’t afford. It still wasn’t justified, but it was the best reasoning I could come too that brought me some peace of mind. I had money in my wallet, perhaps a hundred dollars or so, but that had to get me through two weeks. It was the budget I set aside; and since I held no stable job…it was stick too it or starve.

I groaned as I slipped off of the broken down couch in my cramped apartment, somewhere along the line the covers and television remote slammed to the floor in a pile, one I was in no mood to pick up. My stomach was already rumbling, and I knew without a doubt that I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I did something about it. I knew better than to look in the pantry or fridge, they were barren; like they usually were.

Instead, I slipped on a pair of tattered vans, ones I had owned for years; and grabbed my old black leather jacket. The same one I owned in high school. My mom had bought it for me on my seventeenth birthday, and when she abruptly passed away the object became near and dear to my heart. Which literally broke with the news of her passing, it was then I figured out that the same crippling disease that allowed death to snatch her away was inside of my body as well. It was something I would deal with until the day it took me too, and after that year, eight years ago, I have wished every single day that it would go ahead and take me. I passed a picture on my way out of my home, a family portrait that was taken on my birthday as well; the last picture I had of my mother, and the last happy memory of my father. Who would have guessed?

I forced myself to stop thinking about her as I exited the building and rounded around the familiar corner of my street. It was dark out, thick smoke colored clouds hung low over the skyline and roars of thunder signaled a storm was well on its way. The forecast did little to brighten my mood, but I persevered down the streets; looking for something I could actually afford. A neon sign that read “Din-r” hung amongst the columns of monstrous buildings, and even after ignoring the burnt out letter on the sign, the building looked out of place. My eyes wondered to a sign that gave me all the answers I needed, “Proudly serving Columbus for 60 years.” And clearly untouched too. Diners weren’t particularly easy to come by in the city; and perhaps that was why it lasted as long as it did; I was going to simply ignore the structure until my stomach growled a little louder then the last; reminding me why I ventured out in the first place. As I approached the doors to the building someone brushed past me in a hurry and all but flung themselves inside the door, I stood back; a bit too shocked to do much of anything. The door swung shut once again and through the slightly tented glass I could see a manager ferociously yelling at the person, before pointing back in my direction. The other person ducked their head down low before grabbing hold of the door and pushing it open. His eyes were bloodshot, almost as if he was on the verge of tears, his face was unnaturally pale like he had just seen a ghost…or been chewed out by his superior. His bottom lip was tucked cautiously behind his teeth and his shaggy orange hair was out of place, my conclusion?

Someone was definitely running late this morning.

“I'm really sorry sir…I didn’t mean to push you like that. So as an apology I want to buy you breakfast, so…” a small nervous smile played at his lips, “Order whatever you’d like.”

I was kindly going to decline the mans offer but my stomach, once again, said otherwise; and if he hadn’t have laughed it would have been a very uncomfortable situation. I didn’t like people doing things for me, it wasn’t in my nature, I was in all aspects of the word, a solitary creature; and judging by the look on the mans face in front of me, I wasn’t the only one who lived that way.

Notes

Title Cred: OM&M- Seven thousand miles for what?

This is kind of a prologue if you couldn’t tell!
To be honest, I don’t know where the idea for this came from. Kind of my everyday life, at least Alan’s part…I don’t do much. So I'm taking my favorite Of Mice & Men song and putting it too words. Plus, I love Columbus. It’s such a nice city to go to!

Any whoooo, please COM/REC/SUB <3
All of these motivate me to update as fast as possible C:

Xoxo
Siren

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Sorry i suck and have been computer-less! I will be updating tonight or tomorrow so stay tuned!

Ugh you need to update ;c

This is absolitely amazing! Please keep going! I can't wait for you to update so I know what happens!

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I wouldn't say perfect but wow! Thank you Hun, I'm glad someone enjoys it as much as I do writing it :)

I'm in love with this. I'm just as confused as Austin with this it's perfect. I don't know what else to say its just perfect ;-;