BRYCE (1)

[ BRYCE'S POV ]

[ 6:00 AM ]

[ CHAPTER CONTENT WARNING: S*LF H*RM ]

My alarm clock beeps jarringly. I get up from my bed, slowly looking over the apartment.

My head feels like it was ran over by a steamroller. I groan. As I hobble over to the table, my legs begin to feel sore. I look down at my arms. Maybe I shouldn't have. I immediately look back up, ignoring the scars I just saw, and stare at the empty beer cans on the table. I sigh before beginning to pick up the cans and throw them away.

I have to get ready for work.

[ 6:54 AM ]

As I get out of my car, my jacket is pushed back by the strong wind. I shut the car door, walking into Epic Burger.

The work day after that was as it usually goes.

[ 2:16 PM ]

I get to my apartment and sit on the couch. My apartment that he isn't in.

I rub my face, as if that'll help, but I still find myself thinking about Backpack.

I wonder what his real name is. He probably wouldn't wonder what mine was. Maybe Charlie? Max? No, he doesn't seem like a Max. Jack? I should stop thinking about his name.

I slowly pace around my apartment, waiting to find something to do, before I eventually give up and fall asleep in my bed.

[ 8:03 PM ]

I sharply rise from my bed and get up. The sun is far down by now, and the stars in the sky shimmer. It reminds me of Backpack.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. I open it and look up tiredly to whomever could be at the door.

"Soda bottle?"