Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – no memories

Solvyr opened his gray blue eyes, he stared at the familiar ceiling of his old and rusty apartment. He sighed out, his face tired and his eyes gloomy.

„Another day full of work and pathetic people and me.“ Solvyr sat up on the small bed, the only one he could afford with his pay, and put his feet on the cold ground. It was the middle of winter, Solvyr didn’t have enough money to pay for extra heating, so he had to make a living with what he had.

„Insane cold, why is this year’s winter this chilly?“ he put on his only flippers and got out of the bed. The first thing he always did was to brush his teeth, he hated the sensation and thought of not having his teeth brushed.

The bathroom was the same as the rest of the old apartment, moldy and old, the smell of oil and wet walls was everywhere.

He looked in the mirror, his white hair falling down his small frame.

„I’ll need to trim the ends soon, it’s getting longer.“ he touched the end of his hair and sighed softly. He then picked up the tooth brush and started his morning routine. After he was done, he packed his work things and prepared his small bag of food he could afford, so only a plain bread with cheese and some ham. He did work, but he never had much of a talent for it, so he never got the chance to evolve into a better position.

His workplace was a well-known company producing electronics and toys for kids. Solvyr worked behind the table, in office full of smelly people.

„Those old geezers are going to be picky again today, if only i had more power to stop their childish tantrums and tactics.“ Solvyr groaned, as he reminded himself of the hell, he would go through at work again.

Solvyr picked his bag up and put it on his back, his frame wasn’t a well built body, he didn’t work out, he often thought of starting, but his time was limited. He had to work, he worked overtime, if he had a bad day, because others would throw their work on him.

„I have to go the the same hell as always, there’s nothing worse than my work.“ those words would come to bite him later on.

Solvyr stepped outside of his apartment in the rural part of London, England.

The buildings here were old and for a cheaper price than others. It was qite far from the civilization and city square, but it was a home for some.

Solvyr hated it here, but he needed to earn money and keep some of it, so he could pay his mother’s hospital bills.

She has a disease no one could recognise, that left Solvyr utterly defeated. His mother was the only thing making him live on, it was the same now, just a little different, she wasn’t here with him, she was in a hospital bed, sleeping and not waking up.

Solvyr walked towards the nearest bus station, he’d always take the bus, then stop near the city square and take tram or other means of transport.

He always thought about money, he was practically a slave to them.

But for him, it was necessary.

The bus stopped at Solvyr’s hand sign, he stepped inside and payed for his ticket, the seats were usually taken, so he stood as always and listened to his only earphones, the ones he bought with his mother 5 years ago.

That was, when he was only 17 year old boy, now he is 22 years old, still young for a human to be living in total solidarity from others.

To be continued...

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