"Brrrriiinnnggg!!" went the alarm clock. Michael struggled to open his eyes as he broke from his deep slumber. Another night passed. Another morning had arrived. Another день was waiting. Another день of the mundane routine to which he had become accustomed. His was a dull existance, but he was used to the humdrum of everyday life. Sure, it was boring at times, but Michael was comfortable with his life. Today, however, he awoke with a heavy heart. There were times when he wished he had a different life, but he had no idea how to make that possible. Michael struggled everyday with depression, and today was the worst it had been in a long time. As he sat up and let his feet drop to the floor, he almost felt like crying. "I just wish things were different." Michael prayed. "Can Ты make that happen?" he asked looking up at the ceiling as if he were speaking to God. But when no sign of reply came, Michael let his head drop as he slumped out of постель, кровати and shuffled out of the room.
He lived alone in a tiny apartment, his escape from the outside world. Originally it had been his means of escape when he moved out of his parents' house 3 years earlier, but it had become his excuse to further isolate himself from the rest of society. When he bought the place, Michael saw it as a sign that things were going to change for him. For a while they did; Michael started going out еще after work and even made a few new friends. But after a few months, he began to slip back into his old routine which alienated his new friends. Michael had hit rock bottom by this time. He had attempted suicide еще than once and was in therapy for clinical depression. He was getting better though. Recently, he'd been told he wouldn't need to continue his therapy and had reunited with an old friend from high school. Despite this, Michael still had those occassional days when he felt depressed and today was one of them. He didn't even bother to душ that morning as he did every morning. He ran a comb through his jet black hair, brushed his teeth, dressed himself in a red polo and blue jeans, and grabbed his wallet and phone before leaving for work.
Walking to work was something Michael really enjoyed. He was very familiar with this route. For 10 years, it was the route he'd taken to school everyday; now it was his route to work. So many changes were made along that little stretch of road over the years. But to Michael, there was always a sense of familiarity whenever he was there. He walked nonchalantly on the side of the road, unaware that one day, the sense of familiarity and peace would be replaced with empty darkness.
Sorry the first part's not so exciting but part 2 will be much better!