John

Everything was great and all, you had a partner and they were loving, you had a great family too, everything was going swell and your friends were even doing great, things weren't so bad, but only if they could stay that way would it REALLY count. Luck really turned on you and gave you a hell of a ride in the hell hole of chaos and pain, so yeah, your luck decided to do an absolute list of things wrong to you and here's "Santa's list" for you; First it was your friends, they'd been more distant and ignoring you more often or even making excuses why they couldn't hang out until they eventually just said they hated you and said their goodbyes "before going to L.A. and getting sick/high off their asses." No idea what the hell you did wrong and that honestly really pissed you off and hurt you, flipping the wrong switch in your body. Next unlucky thing for you was that your parents/family's money situation was getting fucked up and since you weren't living with them, and you had a job, they decided to basically steal money from you thinking it was no biggie and that you were just "rich" and since they took care of you for 18 years then that you should be grateful and just give them money whenever they wanted/needed it. The last yet not least thing anti-luck did wrong to you was having your partner quite literally cheat on you in your own house. So when you got home you saw cum on the couch, two shirts and two pairs of pants on your living room floor, and the jackpot was your bedroom, where you found none other than your partner doing it which a random person on your damn bed right in front of you having no clue you were there. And so you had kicked them out like any normal person would, watching as they scurry and hurry to get their clothes back on and leaving your apartment. Another collage party with all the "cool people" was going on yet again 2 times this week and somewhat an invitation note found it's way into your mail, wow, lucky you yeah? You really didn't give a shit at the moment yet you decided to go thinking "oh maybe this will brighten my spirits" but no, still luck HATED you. When you got to the party your ex was with five hoes and they were ALL grinding on him while he had that stupid yet horny smirk on his face, obviously enjoying bit of it, that was your ex though, so why should you care? You walkearound the party some more seeing your old friends laughing and having a good time. It honestly felt sickening, like they were plotting against you for something even though they already had you ruined enough. So you decided to go outside on the back porch and get some fresh air, next problem, you forgot to bring your jacket so now you are quite literally freezing your ass off, oh well, better than the people. You then decide to smoke a cigarette, sitting on the railing and not even noticing the odd figure coming out of the shadows and towards you then sitting beside you on the railing.