All the Lonely People - By Angela
Prologue (2)
"Hey, Jack. Jack!" I notice a hand waving in front of my face. "Yeah, what?" I mumble. That's when I realize that I'm holding a handful of cards. I just can't do this.
"I'm sorry, Race." I say as I throw down my hand. "I-I just..." I shake my head and stand up, leaving the poker game.
"Jack, ya ok?" Race asked, scrutinizing my face, looking worried. I smile slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Race nods, looking unconvinced. I slowly trudge over to my bunk and lay down. I pull my hat over my face, trying to get some sleep even though the room is still brightly lit. I sigh raggedly, feeling sorry for myself. Angela's been gone only four days but I'm already going crazy. Every day it's just one pointless activity after the other, just trying to get through it as fast as possible, onto the next chore. But I'm not working towards anything. It's so purposeless. Nothing has been happening lately and my patience is wearing thin. But I have to put on a brave face, act like everything is ok. I'm the leader and there are more important matters than my problems. My thoughts are becoming distant and fuzzy; everything is fading into black. I roll over and slip into a restless sleep, thoughts of Angela still plaguing my mind.
