I Need A Pick-me-up Novels & Stories

I couldn’t turn the key to lock the basement door fast enough. Still dizzy, I snatched a soda from the fridge and gulped up half of it right where I stood, feeling I desperately needed a sugar boost. “Are you okay?” asked the tablet by the flashing cat ball. “Yeah, yeah, I just need a minute,” I panted. “And a tea.” “Speedwell,” said the phone. “That’s a great idea.”

Be strong, you're not pathetic! I chanted slowly in my head trying to encourage myself. I picked up my phone and I decided to scroll through TikTok, it was the least I can do to cheer myself up at this point. I've spent almost an hour watching all sorts of TikTok videos, pets, dance, and comedy and none of them seems to be of much help in distracting me from wanting to call Deshawn. Call me pathetic or whatever it hurts to know that your favourite person in the whole world is out there somewhere on your special day, and you lack their attention.

I texted back quickly: "Hey Sarah! Want to grab lunch together at the cafeteria today? I could use some company." Almost immediately, a response came through: "Sounds great, Jane! I'll meet you there at noon. Can't wait to catch up!" I slipped my phone back into my pocket and continued on my way. The thought of spending time with Sarah lifted my spirits, if only temporarily, easing the ache of loneliness that seemed to weigh me down.

Please don't forget to vote for me and also drop a comment, I'm seriously in need of a comment. And ice-cream... I want ice cream... All of a sudden. Hmm. Told you I was weird. But still, I want ice cream. I'll go get one... Wait I just remembered... It's 11:05pm. Everyone is asleep. So good night. Bye. Until we meet again.

In fact, over the years, cake has been there for me more than once during a time of despair. I hadn't eaten breakfast in my rush to get out the door, and now as I trudge forward with a limp while I prattle on down the sidewalk, the image of cupcakes and shakes are the only thing to fuel my forward momentum. If I survive the day, I'm finding a city bus map and taking myself to a bakery. Or McDonald's. Or anywhere that could feed me chocolate and sugar.

Look what my trip to the coffee shop resulted in yesterday. I made lunch. I smiled at my small victories. It’s a sandwich, nothing heavy but it’s still something. I washed it down with some brandy then took my pills - the second round for today. Instant euphoria took over my body. It was like breathing in fresh air after getting stuck in a box. Like now, everything is going to be okay. All I needed was my daily fix. I sluggishly wandered around the penthouse. Moving things around, trying to clean. Or I thought I was.

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

-ANASTASIA- ‘I am back, you guys. I just had one of the best vacations ever and I recommend it to everyone. Getting up today after a day’s rest I realized that every morning life throws us some form of torture, it can be a craving for junk food especially when you are in a diet or sad news and sometimes really happy news that only lasts for the day.

He responded, climbing the three stairs of the porch. I followed him with my eyes, unable to hide my smile. His positive mood was spreading like a ray of sun after a rainy day. My soul needed to feel excited and happy and Matt never disappointed me. Since I could walk, I was used to seeing him as the fun and cheerful friend, living next door. It was never boring. “This one is for you.” Matt pushed one of the mugs in my hands when he was before me. “For me? How would you know that I needed it?” I bit my lip to prevent my smile from spreading across my face.

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