I didn't enjoy a calm and easy sleep. Cold sweats and nightmares about nothing plagued me the entire night.
My last nightmare ended at around eleven in the morning, when I woke up to my cellphone. I gave up trying to sleep anymore, got up and went to the bathroom. When I reentered my room my cellphone warned me once again that it had a text message for me. So I picked it up in order to see who it was that had contacted me.
The message read:"Wish you were here but there was no way to bring you with me or warn you. Had to keep you in the dark for your own safety. Hope you like my job. I will see you when I see you."
I had no idea of what to think, and for a moment I seriously restrained the urge of throwing the cellphone out the window. Not only did my friend not consider what he did to me as wrong, but he also assumed everything was fine and that he acted in my best interest. I didn't know if he was calling me stupid or just assumed I was that naive.
And for a while, I rationalized that he might've indeed not known the implications of his decisions, but that only lasted a moment. I realized now that he had screwed me over and the worst part, was at peace with it.
My housemate started a screaming session with his girlfriend and I knew what I had to do. One thought, one need filled my brain, the need to run, to leave, to go away. Usually my conscience would stop me from doing something rash, but that morning, for some reason, it wasn't operational, so next thing I knew, I was on the street, with my bag and backpack.
I had left no note explaining myself to no one.
Normally one would be scared, but I just put one foot in front of the other, and on impulse, will or some other force, I walked to the train station, never looking back.
My last nightmare ended at around eleven in the morning, when I woke up to my cellphone. I gave up trying to sleep anymore, got up and went to the bathroom. When I reentered my room my cellphone warned me once again that it had a text message for me. So I picked it up in order to see who it was that had contacted me.
The message read:"Wish you were here but there was no way to bring you with me or warn you. Had to keep you in the dark for your own safety. Hope you like my job. I will see you when I see you."
I had no idea of what to think, and for a moment I seriously restrained the urge of throwing the cellphone out the window. Not only did my friend not consider what he did to me as wrong, but he also assumed everything was fine and that he acted in my best interest. I didn't know if he was calling me stupid or just assumed I was that naive.
And for a while, I rationalized that he might've indeed not known the implications of his decisions, but that only lasted a moment. I realized now that he had screwed me over and the worst part, was at peace with it.
My housemate started a screaming session with his girlfriend and I knew what I had to do. One thought, one need filled my brain, the need to run, to leave, to go away. Usually my conscience would stop me from doing something rash, but that morning, for some reason, it wasn't operational, so next thing I knew, I was on the street, with my bag and backpack.
I had left no note explaining myself to no one.
Normally one would be scared, but I just put one foot in front of the other, and on impulse, will or some other force, I walked to the train station, never looking back.
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