I had been standing in front of my house, right in front of the door, staring at its wooden surface for five minutes now. I sighed, closing my eyes and resting my head against it. It had finally happened, after two long years, I had finally been fired. I looked back, thinking my day over. What could I have done to get myself fired? The only thing that really came to mind was perhaps sounding a tad unprofessional whilst answering calls.
“Damn Asperger’s Syndrome!”, I yelled, slamming my fist into the door, “Can’t do anything right!” I grit my teeth, my anger boiling up inside my chest. I took several deep breaths, letting them out slowly, focusing on them as I calmed down.
Perhaps that was it? Could I have been fired over my anger? Would that have been a good enough motive for my boss to get rid of me? It seemed a bit shallow to me, certainly not reason enough for him to fire me, as was required by law. I suppose it was bound to happen anyway, regardless. But still, I wished it hadn’t.
Pushing myself off of the door, I stared at the doorknob, before letting out another sigh as I wrapped my fingers around it, and entered my home. I stood there in the doorway a moment, taking in the house’s cold and unappealing atmosphere, a sadly common feeling for me. Locking the door behind me, I dragged myself across the room, throwing my stuff into some random corner. I collapsed onto my couch, it’s soft and comforting embrace a welcome contrast to the room it was in. I grabbed the remote off of my mahogany table, a few short feet away, and turned the TV on.
I leant back into the couch, relaxing my body as best I could, as the TV buzzed into life. The first thing that showed up on the screen was the intro to “Dragon Ball Z”. “Man!”, I thought to myself, “I thought that show had stopped years ago!”. I was quite surprised, given its age I was sure it would have been replaced.
“And yet, here it is still being shown.” My head resting in my palm, as my thoughts quickly turned bleak. “I wish I could feel like I had some sort of relevance, some worth in this world.”
It took only twenty minutes of watching the bright screen before I quickly found myself immeasurably bored. I glanced at the clock that was hanging by the TV, it read that it was one o’clock in the afternoon.
“Hmm… it’s still quite early...”
I got up off of my couch and went into the kitchen, flicking on the light switch as I went and illuminating it. The floor was clean and nicely reflected the light off of it. The walls were smooth and painted a solid white, with waist-high counters going all the way around them, leaving a gap only for the fridge and cooker. The ceiling was equally smooth, painted a simple cream colour.
I walked over to the fridge and opened it up, pulling a can of Diet Pepsi from the top shelf. I closed the door and leaned back on the edge of the counter. Bringing it up to my lips I took a swift gulp… followed by another gulp, and then another. Soon enough the can was almost empty, downing the last dregs from the can, I placed it on the countertop next to me, before bringing my fingers up to massage my temples.
Okay. I thought to myself as if the limits of my boredom had been reached. I need to clear my head!
I pushed myself up off of the counter and walked back into my living room, quickly turning the TV off, before heading over to a set of carpeted stairs. Letting my hand run over the railing as I ascended them, I quickly reached the top, greeted by a dark and rather creepy looking hallway. A quick flick of the switch changed that, as the hallway was flooded with light. There were two doors along this corridor, one leading into my dark and foreboding bathroom. The other lead to my bedroom.
I entered my bedroom, noticing the array of clothes and personal belongings that were scattered across the floor. Among them were several colourful Xbox 1 remotes buried under several shirts and trousers. It was quite a bit messier than I was expecting, but feeling no need to clean up, I stepped around the mess and sat on the edge of my bed.
I leaned over and picked my laptop up off of my desk nearby before swinging my legs onto my bed and laying back. Opening up my laptop, I powered it on and waited for it to start up. Thankfully it was a quick load, and I entered my password. The Wi-Fi in my house was not the best, indeed it was quite irritating, as it frequently cut out. However, it was enough to get me through the day, so I made do. I moved my cursor over to the Google Chrome icon and opened a fresh tab. However, as I looked at the blank page, I found myself becoming sadder as I reflected on my current state of being.
“Blank… just like my future” I muttered before leaning back.
I slouched close to my computer and brought the cursor over the link in my taskbar in an attempt to consequently load the most famous movie, music, and video site: Youtube. I try to look into a video one of my friends recommended to me before I got fired, but the internet. As usual. Was being well...damn stupid on me.
I facepalmed with disappointment as the screen read: “We are sorry the video has either been removed or the user has not uploaded it”. Great… My palm slides down my face before landing on my side.
I sat on my bed, thinking of anything else to do in my life. It was practically over for me now that I was fired. It was then that I remembered the little show that once showed up on the front of my TV when the commercials were on.
My Little Pony.
I shook my head rapidly and chuckled. My shoulders bounced up and down repeatedly and my body jumped. I was crazy! To even think of it at first made me laugh! But when I first saw it, I was mesmerised by the colours and the characters! I guess even for a little girls show, it was interesting?
I slap my hands together and shout. “Screw it!’
I open another tab which brings me to the Google home screen. I type “My Little Pony, season one” in an attempt to find where I had previously left off on one of the episodes. I did not know what order they were in seeing as I hardly watched it. Ten minutes of searching and, I had at last found my place. The episode was called “Feeling Pinkie Keen” as Google said. I would like to say I enjoyed the wonderful sight of friends and family getting along, not that I didn’t of course! But it was unrealistic. It was all fake.
The way the ponies all had this light inside them that could not be penetrated or even bruised. The way they laughed, the way they moved in such a happy manner. Why it also made me happy. It was when the video ended I felt the life and colour drained out of my body and splattered onto the cold unfeeling walls.
It was a moment of understanding for me. A moment where I could understand myself for a short second at least. I had, in a sense, a sort of appreciation for the little girl’s show.
I sigh with disappointment. I clicked the next episode, waited, leaned back, and gazed at the dry ceiling. My chest rose and fell with each breath I took. “I wish... Something like this would happen to me...” I said, questioning my own words. “Well... Something special… Even a little... To have something special about me.”
The loading screen stopped and pulled up a video of another episode of My Little Pony. I begin to watch the second episode. My eyes slowly feel tired and heavy and my head was light headed. I immediately point my finger at the computer for its destructive force on my brain and eyes. I stood up from my position, placed the end of my palm near the camera connected to the end of my computer and shut the laptop before sliding it into its appropriate bag, then placed in back on the desk I originally got it from. I walked back to my bed and slam down onto my bed, face first and eyes shut.
I turned to my side, my weight focused on my right shoulder. I could feel crushing leaves under my body. I also heard the sound of dozens of popping rocks and gurgling water before slipping into the depths of darkness.