Why Me? Episode 1

Work, work, work. How could a simple word trigger such strong and negative feelings inside me. Whenever I go to work I look back at my life and ask myself, what the hell happened? I am an eighteen year old with no college education, no family and no positivity in my life.

All my peers have moved away and started the next phase of their lives in this world. So why am I stuck here, in this same old town with the same old people and dealing with the same old crap? I just cant figure it out. I work as a janitor cleaning the bathrooms at the high school I just recently graduated from. I had to tuck my pride into my back pocket when I started working here. Working here makes me feel like the scum of the earth. I clean piss off the toilets and mop the dirt students track in from their daily escapades. I can not imagine life getting lower than this.

At one time I was happy. At one time things were going right. Three months ago, my life was totally different. I lived in a beautiful home with my parents and younger sister, got accepted to a good school and was about to graduate at the top of my class. Life was good! But with the blink of an eye, all that changed. The week before graduation started out being one of the happiest times of my life. But little did I know, that week had something so powerful in store. Powerful enough to derail my life. It all started on what I had thought would be a typical Friday.

Like every other day, my friends and I crammed into my car and sped off campus. We stopped at Dairy Queen on the way. After about an hour sitting in DQ shooting the breeze and eating cookie dough blizzards, I dropped them off and proceeded home. My family and I lived on the out skirts of the city with no civilization around. The setting was peaceful and serene. We didn't mind the isolation or long commutes. As soon as I pulled up the long driveway I felt as if something was not right. I turned the car off and sat there, trying to figure out what was triggering this eerie feeling.

After convincing myself that I was being paranoid, I pulled the keys from the ignition, grabbed my book bag and headed for the door. As I walked along the walkway that lead to the front door, I noticed it was open. Assuming my mom forgot to close it on her way to work this morning, I walked in, closed the door and dropped my bag. I walked down the foyer and through the dining room to the kitchen. I then opened then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed up stairs. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw something so horrific, so devastating and so terrifying I passed out.... to be continued......