I Didn't Do It

Gerards POV

Today was a extremely busy day for me at my medical office, many patients in need of help from me, and that’s what I love doing! I seem to get an amazing feeling from helping others. Except I wish that I had a friend to share my happiness with. I actually have a bit of a lonely life, even though I know many many people, none of them want to know me, not doctor me, just me. So tonight after dinner I set my alarm clock to 7:00am and turn out my light, it was pretty easy to fall asleep. My alarm clock has been sitting in the exact same spot in my room for the past 10 years, gathering dust beneath it since I never actually clean by bedside tables which I really should. Wednesday morning, the sky was cloudy and I could tell that it had been raining over night and it was most likely going to pour rain again today. I don’t know why but whenever it was a cloudy day and I opened my curtains in m room my bedroom looked a lot prettier than usual, I guess the grey of the sky and white of my room mix well. My house was perched at the top of a small mountain, that over looked a large town and I liked to watch the lights every night, what is good about living out of the city and further into the countryside? The stars, I love the stars and every night I can see billions of them, unlike the city from all the light pollution. After breakfast I got going and got into my car and off to my office, luckily I wasn’t to busy today so I got a bit of a break.
“Crash on the Motorway heading into town” said the news reporter on the local radio station. Well that’s great, I am going to be stuck on traffic, awesome. Once I got to the part where it was banked up I felt already aggravated and pissed off, the people honking and yelling didn’t help my headache either, like shut up you aren’t going to get going any faster by beeping a horn are you? but those idiots didn’t understand that obviously because they continued to do so. When I finally got to my office I was very glad to be there and out of the traffic. Today I was seeing one of my friends because they have irritable bowl syndrome and they wanted to talk to me about their symptoms, I know that irritable bowl syndrome is curable, but the only thing I hate about this job is when I have to be the bringer of bad news, I feel horrible.

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