7-2
Ok so as a heads up, this chapter is very close to me and it may feel stressful at certain points. Please look after yourself. Please take as many breaks when and as you need them. You do matter.
I made fake twitter account names but if any of them do exist, then the names are coincidental and in no way in reference to any real people. They are however webcomic references.
↓ Transcript
Milk is poured into a bowl of cereal. A kettle pours hot water into a mug of coffee.
Damian is sat hunched at a table, eating cereal whilst on his phone. He is humming the lyrics to the song from his alarm.
"I'm so typical, my life ain't difficult..."
His phone displays a twitter knock off, littered with complaints about wanting to cancel users, bad takes on life and general noise.
From the background his mother, in a pink bathrobe, looms.
Mother: Did you use up the last of the milk?
Damian replies with no as he sips his coffee.
He continues to read his phone, eyes tired as he scroll through bad advice, bad news, bad comments and the like.
Mother: well you could have left me more milk than what you did!
Damian sips. "Yeah, sorry."
His mother grabs his bowl as soon as Damian moves to leave the table.
"I’ll wash up your bowl too(!) - since I seem to do everything around here.
Damian leaves, downing the last of his coffee and grabbing his phone. Looming in his mind are the thoughts "Here we go. It's gonna one of those days."
Damian is sat hunched at a table, eating cereal whilst on his phone. He is humming the lyrics to the song from his alarm.
"I'm so typical, my life ain't difficult..."
His phone displays a twitter knock off, littered with complaints about wanting to cancel users, bad takes on life and general noise.
From the background his mother, in a pink bathrobe, looms.
Mother: Did you use up the last of the milk?
Damian replies with no as he sips his coffee.
He continues to read his phone, eyes tired as he scroll through bad advice, bad news, bad comments and the like.
Mother: well you could have left me more milk than what you did!
Damian sips. "Yeah, sorry."
His mother grabs his bowl as soon as Damian moves to leave the table.
"I’ll wash up your bowl too(!) - since I seem to do everything around here.
Damian leaves, downing the last of his coffee and grabbing his phone. Looming in his mind are the thoughts "Here we go. It's gonna one of those days."