I don’t have days like this often. Normally I sleep very little and am very productive when I’m awake. Most of the time, I’m working, whether that is a case or a pretty girl doesn’t really matter, both can easily catch and hold my attention. When not working, I tend to be training to keep my skills up. I’m not getting any younger and although I never lose and would never admit it out loud, the fights are getting tougher. But my main love now is cooking; tending to my garden with my fruits and vegetables and herbs and then experimenting in the kitchen. Most people think it’s strange that someone like me can take the time to care for and nurture a garden but I love it. It’s one of the reasons I will always live in a house with a big yard and not a tiny little apartment, well that and I like to have lots of space, plenty of places I can roam about in the middle of the night when the rest of the world is asleep.
But then every once in a while a day like today will come along. I wish I had some indication it was coming or could figure out why I get like this. But no matter how hard I try to figure it out I just can’t come up with an answer. Last night I slept for, well, who knows how long. Today, I don’t want to get out of bed. I’ve buried my head in my pillow and plan to ignore the world outside my door all day.
I do worry about the team and what will happen if they get into a situation where they need me while I’m off hibernating. Most days that thought alone is usually enough to force me to get up and keep going, but not today. I love them, more than I’ll ever admit out loud. They have become my family and I would hate myself is something happened to them, but I just can’t seem to make myself move. Why do I always have to be the one...
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...t let them down. I worked as much as possible and just tried to keep myself busy. I answered my phone when it rang, I kept myself in shape and I made sure to find some willing females to distract me whenever I wasn’t busy working. I managed to smile and live and keep the bad days at bay.
And then Nate came along in all his crusading glory. I’d forgotten what it was like to be part of a team, to have fun on the job, to help the good guys and punish the bad. Slowly but surely this little team wormed their way into my life and before I knew it I had people depending on me again. I want to protect them, they are my family and I’ll be there for them no matter what.
But I still have my bad days. I don’t know why and I don’t see them coming, I can only hope the phone doesn’t ring because if it does, no matter how much I love them, I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer it.
The next morning, it was such a strenuous struggle to rise from my bed, I could have sworn I had been lying in quicksand all night. Walking in school was like swimming in a thick marsh. I had nothing to look forward to. Thursdays used to be the greatest day of the week, but now, all Thursdays held was gloom. That day, all I knew was despair, and it smothered me. This went on until I met up with a friend o...
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