THE DOWNFALL

"One day, just one bad day is enough to turn your entire life upside down." I always thought that was not true until it actually happened to me.

It was as if the God of misfortune just kept rotating over my head. And the irony is that it all sounds funny when I narrate it. I mean we always laugh when sad and painful events of a person's life are depicted in a funny way but it is very rare that somebody recognises the pain and suffering of the person which is very well hidden within the mask of comedy.

Now for the once who didn't understand the previous paragraph, it's fine don't scratch your head on that.

So like always I was at work. But today because it was new year eve the place was packed and I was running from one corner to the other. Thank god my duty was on the upper floor

Since that annoying manager was tormenting the workers on the lower floor.

I was delivering four bottles of beer and in the mid way I heard the manager yell "who is the waitress that served table no- 2?" Oh no! That annoying old man from table 2 must have complained since I forgot to tell thank you. I mean in middle of all these work it is impossible to tell everyone "thank you please revisit" some people understand it while others just make a fuss about it. But now I was scared so I ran towards the balcony balancing the four beer bottles on the tray. But what I didn't notice was that some motherfucking bastard had dropped wine near the balcony.

That night two events took place simultaneously first the ambulance arrived and the manager was taken to the hospital and the second thing (you might have guessed already) I was kicked out of that place.

Seriously, no one is going to blame the idiot who droped wine on the floor. But not so surprisingly the female employees looked happy and I could see that faint smile on their faces mostly they were thinking " finally that pervert will not be able to caresses his head because his smooth bald head will not be smooth anymore."

So I lost my job on new year eve and when the entire world was celebrating I was crying on the footpath drunk to the extent I couldn't differentiate cars from bikes.

You know what is more sad I had to sleep outside the house because that crazy old land lady of mine didn't let me enter inside since I was drunk.

For three months I continuously searched for jobs but as you can expect I didn't get one. I could see the frown in Mrs Snickers face increase as the days pass. The first month that I lost my job I was able to pay the rent. The second month I was late by some ten days and I had to hear a lot from the old hag. But this time even though fifteen days were over from the due date I didn't have any money. So I slowly started avoiding Mrs. Snickers.

But seriously I was so broke that I could afford only one meal per day. So expecting me to pay rent is almost impossible.

There were several times when I thought of selling the only Valuable possession I ever had (other than my virginity.) It was a old black pendent. I bet it is very expansive. Never once have I seen something like that it was a black stone which almost looked like a flower bud. That was not all, it was a wierd stone that emitted white light in the dark. As if it trapped the energy from the sun and emitted it in the dark. Our orphanage directress was a very nice lady she gave it to me when I left the orphanage ( I mean where will you find someone who will return a thing like that ). She told that it was hung around my neck with a thin chain. So mostly it was left by my mother. I hated my biological parents, I mean if they didn't want a child then why not use protection and by chance if it fails then take the responsibility. But for some reason, whenever I touch the pendent my hatred usually fades away. I mean why would you abandon me and then give some thing this expansive. It's a mystery but whenever I think of selling it I feel extremely sad and so I finally give up on that thought.

So now after three months I am broke, I am tired, malnourished and don't know what to do.

One day as usual when I was walking back home after not finding any job. I see my bag lying outside the door.

I knew sooner or later this was going to happen. I sigh and knock at the door. "Your things are all packed, pick it up and leave." These words were like bullets that shot right into my gut. I started begging and pleading "Mrs. Snickers I don't have any place to live. Please spare some time and I will get the money from somewhere. If not here then I may have to live on the footpath. Please understand my situation." But all my plee fell upon deaf ears (which were literally partial deaf). "You live on a footpath or in a dustbin I don't care. My house is no orphanage for filthy disowned piece of shit like you. "

That was the last straw to my sanity and now I completely lost my mind "So your not changing your decision whats so ever, are you? "

"Not at all". " Are you absolutely sure?" "More sure than I can ever be"

I saw that some people were already staring at us so I ran from there took my bag and climbed the near by wall and started screaming " YOU CALL ME FILTHY YOU DIRTY OLD WOMAN! AND DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE THIS DIRTY HAUNTED PLACE OF YOURS TO AN ORPHANAGE. " " HAZEL BROWN if you don't leave now I am calling the cops." Now I saw almost the entire neighborhood was enjoying the show (you see no one likes that old bitch)

"I DON'T CARE CALL ANYONE YOU WANT. OH YES AND IF THE POLICE DON'T ANSWER THEN CALL MR. SOONER. HE IS MORE THAN READY TO PICK YOUR CALLS."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!?? " I heard Mrs. Sooner scream at the top of her voice. And I could see Mrs. Snickers face completely red with anger (your dirty secrets are going to be out you shit.) "OH! MRS. SOONER DID YOU REALLY THINK YOUR HUSBAND HAD LATE NIGHT MEETINGS EVERY ALTERNATIVE DAY" "THAT'S IT I AM CALLING THE COPS!"

"AND AGAIN I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!. Calling the cops on me ha, Mr. Ragers do you know your wives gold necklace got lost the day this bitch visited your place, just saying, when the cops come it would be wise of you to check the second drawer of her cupboard you know."

Mrs Snickers was boiling with anger it felt as though she wanted to kill me with just her eyes. But she deserved it for calling me a filthy disowned shit. And I am damn sure after this she will never disrespect orphans ever again.

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Author : *hides inside the cupboard

for dear life. 😨😨😨

Hazel : get out you garbage,

You ruined my life!!!! 🤬🤬🤬

Author : but that's needed for the

Story. 😟😟😟

Hazel : I don't care about the story. The moment you come out get ready to have a

broken leg.😡🤬

Meanwhile author creates a master plan to escape.

Author : you might be smart but

honey, I am your creator. 😏😏😏

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