Let’s face it I thought taking a sip of my slightly cooler coffee, I hate this job and no amount of pretending was going to make it any better. As I sat there I could feel all the resentment slowly roll through my body. Every raise that was essentially a slap in the face lurked in my mind and every promotion I had been overlooked for smiled at me. It was almost as if everything I had ever tried to do here came to life and found me lacking. I was judged and found wanting, like a non-ending tidal wave the thoughts came of how I would never be anything. My breathing got faster, but I sank further down almost as if I were in the sea with the shore retreating rapidly. The snarky comments from my boss replayed over in my mind as I was once again passed over for promotion until I knew if I did not scream I would break.
The last rational thought I remember having was why did I have to live this way? “Charlie,” I heard April say “we are ordering pizza. Do you want to join in?”
I hated April. She had never done anything to me, but I hated her and I never really hated. She walked around all day smiling and being cheerful as I became angrier about this job that was taking over my life. I wanted to wipe that smile off her face. Just once was the thought playing in my head as I stood up and calmly raised my leg and kicked her with all my might in the stomach. She flew backwards in what seemed like slow motion to me, the impact of her hitting seemed to be louder than anything I had ever heard. I watched as she slid to the floor knowing the angle of her head was wrong and still on her mouth was that annoying smile as if she was mocking me even in death. I felt like a black fog had suddenly covered me in a thick haze and suddenly I did not even regret that my life had ended with hers.