The Strongest Emotion Is Curiosity (Chevi)

I used to think of daily deeds as waking up, getting dressed, and eating breakfast. But as I get older, life evolves. I don't eat breakfast anymore, I traded it for tension. Nearly every morning nowadays Nana and I fight. Usually about my bad habits, but sometimes it's about mom. I hate it when she talks about him, and she knows it, so she does it to get under my skin. I wish she'd let me go with dad. I'd go on my own but my memory of him is so vague, I'd never find him.


This morning was bad, she slapped me. She always threatens it, but she's never done it before. I didn't react well, I never do. I threw a plate at her and get her bad shoulder. It smashed onto the  ground, and left it for her to clean up. I left, Beer in hand for the allies. It's still early in the day, so I didn't take much. I want to get home without being noticed. I'm not planning on getting arrested today.


I got to the allies and drank it quick, so I could still get a buzz. It wasn't enough to make my surrounding blurry, I could still see the trash and the details on the brick, but I was dizzy. I kept pacing around in aggravation, tripping over my own feet at times. Eventually, I decide to just go home and take a nap. If Nana tried to talk to me, I'd ignore her. 


I stumble out of the ally way into the community. Everyone is out and about today, heading to the mines, or just trying to survive. Everyone around these parts has it rougher than I could ever dream of having, and I'm not even well off. I take in an assessment of my surroundings just to make sure I know my way home. That's when I see her. Usually, in a drunken state, I wouldn't even notice something so strange, but I'm not wasted.

She was standing there alone, looking at nothing. It's strange, she isn't even staring off into the distance, her eyes are open, but are transitioned onto nothing. And, she's talking. That is even stranger, because there is no one within twenty feet of her.


Against all better judgement, I decide to approach her. I have to make sure she's okay, at least. Any human would do that. I have to remember to keep my distance, though, so she doesn't smell my breath, who knows if she has ties to peacekeepers or not.


I walk towards her, and once I'm an average body length away, I speak. "Hey missss, ar-are you good?" I slur. And immediately I want regret the approaching her, I don't really like conversation. But, it's too late.