Alexanders’ Mind

Alexander never knew where he left his keys. Waking up to the sharp and tackless sound of his alarm clock he realized he lost them. As the twenty three year old man with distinguished hazel eyes and dark black hair walked to the bathroom he stepped on them. He realized something else,. his insomnia was getting to him even more. He slept less and less as the weeks passed by. As he walked into his nine to five retail job, he knew why. His average life was becoming more dull than the paint on his old toyota pick-up. He sensed a part of himself die as he entered the store and was greeted by a fellow employee. He wondered where he would be had he taken the task of studying law as he had planned. He had done so well in high school, but to his own dismay he cowered upon the future. Afraid of rejection and failure he took the easy way out. Working as a stocker seemed legitimate enough to his life plan. Leaving traces of himself on people and getting nothing in return. He shrugged off the sad feeling, as he realized his eyes were becoming watery.
“Excuse me, sir, do you know where the plungers are?” said a man with a faded smile and a bald head.
“Oh, uhm, those are up the escalator, to your left at the very back in hardware.”
The man with the bald head looked at him, nodded, and walked away. He wondered if he knew the man, wondered why he nodded at him and just walked away. His thoughts become hazy like the feeling you get when you drink too much coffee. An elderly women came to him, asked him something, but all he could see were lips moving, and an unavoidable sound coming out. Sensing that he had missed some point, he asked her to repeat herself. “Sorry, can you say that again?” She said, “Boy, if you can’t hear me now and you’re young, when you get to be my age, you won’t sense anything.” He paused a moment, turned away and left the women to fend for herself. He went to the stairwell, where no one usually goes to. No customers, no workers, just the unused shelves that hung there with no particular place to go. The quiet loneliness that sometimes drives a person to happiness or complete chaos. He held his head in his hands, he was shaking, crying, and completely depressed. He cleaned his tears off with the paper towels the managers told the employees to always have in their pockets for any spills that may occur doing working hours. The only spill he could find was the one that was covering over his soul. The accidents, the wrong turns that he so passively accepted. He was tired of this, everything, from the insomnia to the crappy work hours, to the bewilderment of his dreams. But he took it only because he had to pay the rent, and because he had to eat something. After that Alexander walked into the manager’s office. The manager was busy with paperwork; which made him feel a bit guilty.
“Excuse me sir, I know your busy, but”….

” What is it you need young man?”

“Well sir, I haven’t being feeling to good today, is it okay if I leave work?”

“Whats wrong?”

“Well, I have a horrible stomach ache, I think I got the stomach flu.”

“Okay then, go ahead, just make sure you get better tonight, because we need you here tomorrow.”

“Thanks sir, I appreciate it.”

He walked away sullen and tired, got into his truck, and drove off. Being that he only lived fifteen minutes away, he never wore a seatbelt. As he was driving, he started to shift in and out of consciousness. Until he got to a point, where he collapsed over the steering wheel. He crashed into a old sycamore tree, and woke up aching all over. Blood was all over the steering wheel and he was logged between the steering wheel and the glass. Half of his body was in the car, while the other half was peering out through the windshield. He began praying, as he felt his body grow more tense and colder, but it didn’t help. Then he heard a mans voice.

“Dear God, sir can you hear me?”

Alexander looked up, it was the bald headed man from the store. His head went down hard on the windshield, and Alexander passed out. The bald headed man waited with Alexander until the paramedics arrived, unfortunely by the time the paramedics arrived he was already dead.