Previously from chapter 0:

As I lay in bed in silence the colors go back to normal viewing. I can’t remember when I had a normal night of sleep during the new moon…damn D–

“BUZZ!” was all that went off from the crappy phone my brother gave to me as an allowance…pfft! I’d like to spend it on a real phone, not some junk. Getting up into a sitting position.

“I wonder when I was last somewhat sober…”

“But I don’t care, I need weed and I need it now. Let’s just get ready for the day.” I tell myself as I slip out of my covers and get undressed where I quickly get into the shower. The hot water feels great but I know today was bad luck since my wolf soul doesn’t feel at ease, it feels like something is near. Whatever, I just hope it won’t ruin my day like it has been since the new moon. I remember…

Flashback Begins:

Watching these things one a month bugs the hell out of me. I wish I was normal with a normal boyfriend, but my oracle never wanted to be right with me…she sees but never wants to talk.

Flashback Ends:

Current moment of time:

Getting out of the shower, I immediately get dried off and dressed in the regular unless the missing shirts you want to explain–

“Where the fuck are my shirts?” I ask out loud in annoyance. Looking around, I found a solid black shirt. It’s dirty, but it’ll do, slipping it on I get my stuff ready for the day.

***

Smoking for me is just something the doctor told me to do relieves the pressure…I wish I can tell him…I’d be on psych pills but it’d actually be a chance to be freed from the pain but I don’t know mayb–no!that bastard won’t make me get a donor, I can’t, I won’t!

“But aside from smoking weed and refusing a mate slash donor, tht damn, fucking editor is going to call me, maybe I should take a nap at the park?” hmm that’s better than the usual smoking and walking and sleeping then awaiting for dumb big brother and stupid know it all editor to call and annoy the hell out of me…

Walking out the door I leave the usual tip for the bellboy.