Unlucky

Melting

[Elliot POV]

Sometimes, I wonder about how my life would have turned out if things had gone differently.

Life didn't have to go exactly according to my plans but it would have been nice if something, anything, went my way for once.

Take that the multiple previous phone calls to my family, which translates to my father badgering me non-stop about how I had failed him countless times over the course of my twenty six years of existence.

Out of all of the times he had to call me before, of course the one time I try to stand up for myself, something shitty happens to me.

Because the Universe, God, or any other immortal deity wouldn't want me to actually have a normal relationship with my father or my stepmother, nevermind my step-siblings who had nothing to do with the dysfunctional aspects of our non-blended family.

That same deity also wouldn't want me to have normal relationships that weren't connected through blood lines alone, ones with people that I admired, liked or maybe even loved at some point.

Hell, I'd even take relationships with ones I despised but no, I wasn't even allowed that.

My life was just one large shit can full of shit worms that were half dead or mostly dying and once I tried to clean out those worms, only more were shoved down the can until the can had nothing left to choose other than the path that would lead to its inevitable implosion.

And while I would normally say that the inevitable implosion wouldn't be for quite some time, I knew the basic blunt truth.

To be frankly honest, that implosion was going to be the size of an atomic bomb that blew up my life and shattered me into a thousand little bloody pieces of body parts and organs and none of it was going to be pretty nor beautiful in the slightest bit.

And that implosion was going to happen soon and there was nothing I could do about it.

But back to the present moment, I also knew that if there had been a slim chance of that phone call never taking place, whether I didn't answer it or perhaps George kept me on the line longer then he previously did so, maybe things could have been different for my current outcome, as it may seem.

Although I had no current proof that things may have turned out in another, slightly more positive way, I just knew that deep down, maybe there may have been a chance that I could have continued to live a semi normal, albeit bothersome and oddly content, life had I not stepped out into that thunderstorm and stormed off towards my place of work much like the thunder that rumbled ominously above my head.

The earth shaking storm should have been a clear enough warning to turn back around and have Margot drive me to the hospital for my next shift, it should have been enough of a warning siren going off inside my head to make me stop in my tracks and know when it was time for me to ask for help.

But like I've always done before, I soldiered on and that was my undoing, my downfall, my breaking point.

When the lightning flashed brightly in the dark clouds that loomed over my head like a beacon of bright light from the heavens above before the lightning bolt struck me down to the ground and I fell heavily onto the cold, wet sidewalk, the red apple that lay within my hand rolling from my fingers and onto the road with a thud.

White hot pain like none other burst through my veins, striking me down with a vengeance like an ax murderer that was coming to kill me and I could barely breathe as I stared up at the dark sky above me.

My skin was vibrating and shaking as electricity bolts jumped through my blood cells and wove through the neuron pathways inside my brain like an infectious disease jumping from one host to another with no difficulty in the least bit.