THE CUBICLE

Michael has severe OCD isolating himself from the world...

CHAPTER ONE

Michael wakes up in his small cubicle apartment with only one window for fresh air and no furniture. His room was clumsy and estranged as if no-one lived there. He was undergoing psychosis and the medication only made his hallucinations worse.

Michael had moved out of his parents house in his 20's and now in his 30's he had shut down all contact from family and friends living in complete isolation and decadence.

He would not eat or sometimes even sleep. Food always made him nauseous and water made him even more thirsty tasting like alkaline salt.

He never left his small apartment he was desolate and a modern day hermit. He was always working on his manifesto and was plotting a devious plan on the capitalists. His best friend Tim got married and had a family making it impossible for him to meet him due to his busy schedule.

Michael hated the world and everything in it. The rich, the pollution, the high unemployment rates and most of all the people. He would sometimes go to his small window and light up a cigarette they seemed to help but was now having pensive chest pains. He didn't care for he never cared for a long life after his parents passed.

His landlord was always frustrating him on unpaid bills and rent. He would always plead with him to give him more time. He had once locked his room from the outside when he was inside he didn't leave his apartment for a week and when the landlord came he found him suspended from the ceiling with a noose tied to his neck.

In dismay, he called the police and he was rushed to the hospital and was treated for asphyxiation his older brother who had a family paid the bill. Denver and Michael were always so different, like two sides of a coin. Denver couldn't imagine living alone it scared him while Michael had always found strength in solitude.

In this particular day, Michael was depressed and was reminiscing over his adolescent ages. He always seemed to enjoy the past more than the future. He woke up at around noon and was woken up the noisy neighbours who always play loud music and sell drugs.

He decided to go for a walk. At his door step Dante the dealer wished him a happy morning as he went out for the small excursion. 

When he came back, he felt refreshed despite the severe anxiety he faced while taking the stroll. He tries to open his door only to find it locked by his landlord.

"Shit!" He exclaimed and went to see his obnoxious landlord.