Posted Tue Nov 24, 2015 | 216 Words | Tagged story

“Mate you ok?” The random chav called out.

I had managed to get seen on my walk in the middle of nowhere in tears. I couldn’t handle it. The stress. The workload. I just didn’t have the energy or willpower to go on in my current situation.

He came up to me, sat me down and just listened as I cried it out. He just smiled goofily as if it were all fine. He then gave me a peck on the cheek. I was amazed at the kindness of this person.

He said something about getting my mind off things and offered to sit in his house and have more of a chat. He said I had to change into these clothes and I’d feel better.

I felt strange in them, like not myself anymore. I was floating a little. He offered a can of lager which I somehow instinctively downed. Looking in the mirror wasn’t me. It was some lad, like himself. Surely that wasn’t me?

He just smiled and put his arm up against me, before punching me square in the face knocking me out.

I woke up feeling odd. Must have had a wild one last night. Lookin in the mirror I’d fell asleep in me clothes. What a daft lad I am.