Complete Shutdown and Sinking Into Insanity
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Your Word Prompt is: Street
******Fiction Written by Robert T Gasperson © 7/27/2007******
The street is an interesting place. It is usually where you drive your car to get from one point to the next. It is also the place where you play tag football with all your friends in the neighborhood as kids. It is where you ride your bike and shoot hoops. Then when a car comes down the street, someone yells, “CAR!” But when the street becomes your home, that is when you start thinking about it a little more closely.
I didn’t even see it coming. I lost my job out of the blue. I knew there were problems, but I guess I allowed myself to get overconfident and didn’t notice how often those mistakes came about. They didn’t even give me a warning. They just pulled me into the conference room and told me that the cost of my mistakes have been too much for them to just let it go. They were going to have to let me go.
I walked out of the building shocked. I could not believe what had happened. I just shut down. I stopped functioning. I had never been fired from a job before. I had never allowed myself to get into a funk where I was making so many mistakes that it would turn around and bite me in the rear. I sat at home in front of the TV feeling sorry for myself. I didn’t do anything. I even stopped eating for a while. I finally got to the point where I was not paying my bills and I didn’t go outside. I didn’t want to deal with the world outside. I just let me depression spiral out of control until they came.
The cops showed up with the bank officials. They knocked on the door. I didn’t answer. The knocked again. But I just laid there in the dark, because the electricity had already been turned off from lack of payments. They went away for a while. But they came back the next day. They came back several times. Then I guess they got the warrant that they needed and the broke down my front door.
When the got into the house, they actually checked my vital signs. When they saw that I was alive and malnourished, they had the men in the white coats come pick me up. I balled up in the corner of a cell completely by myself for weeks. They tried to talk to me at the same time every day, but I would not respond. They knew that I was conscious, but I was not responding to any of their attempts to communicate. They medicated me.
After a while I decided that I did not want to be in that cell anymore. I started to talk to the doctors. I gave them the information that they wanted. After a while, I convinced them that I was better. They let me go. I didn’t have anything though. I was now lving on the streets.
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