WRITERVERSE: 24 Hour Challenge A
Title: Just Another Day
Word Count: 1003
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): N/A
Summary: It should be just like any other day
David absolutely hated Friday the 13th. It didn't matter what he did, he always had the absolute worst luck. Growing up David never believed in luck or those silly myths of little mischief making creatures making people's luck go bad, but it was like the moment he turned eighteen a switch came on and every single Friday the 13th since his life was hell.
When he was eighteen he broke his leg by tripping off his front porch. To this day he still had no idea what caused him to fall, but the two steps his leg twirled down cause a nice snap. He remembered the nurse laughing saying that was what happened when you go out Friday the 13th. He still wanted to smack her for that all these years later.
Nine months later David broke multiple bones in his hand by somehow slamming his car door on it. At least that nurse hadn't made any comments about the day it was.
Six months later he had almost made it through the entire day without incident, when he was walking back to his dorm on campus talking to his roommate and walked right into a low tree branch. Nothing got broken that time but he had a giant welt on his head for almost a week.
Just 3 months later in July, out on vacation, he fell asleep on the beach and ended up with 2nd degree burn on his entire back and back of his legs.
This process had continued for the past 25 years varying from simple cuts and bruises, to a week in the hospital after being knocked unconscious by a foul ball at a baseball game. His family tended to mock him every year asking what he planned to do to himself this “holiday”, like he was purposefully injuring himself.
A few years David had attempted to just stay home, or stay in bed all day, he still always got hurt, but it never seemed to be as bad as if he had dare to go out into the world instead. So, just like he had for the past 5 year whenever possible, David was staying home.
Closing his eyes again David had decided it would be best if he could manage to sleep the day away, but no matter how long he kept his eyes closed, or how much he flipped and then flopped around his bed, he could not get his mind to turn of wondering what doom might befall him today.
Groaning David finally surrendered and drug himself out of the bed and to the kitchen thinking that something to eat might help. Looking around the kitchen he knew any electrical appliances were out of the questions. There was no way he was turning on the stove, microwave, or even the toaster today. He even eyed the refrigerator suspiciously and wondered if he should even risk opening it at all.
Deciding not to risk that either, he shook his head and just grabbed a bag of pork rinds out of the cabinet and made his way to the couch in the living room. David then stared at the television for what seemed like a hour deciding if he should risk turning it on either. Deciding against that as well he got up, opened the blinds and moved to the chair where he could just stare out the window.
It was a gorgeous day outside. Had it been any other date David would probably of took his bike out for a ride or just gone for a drive around town, but since it was today he would not be even opening the door to get his mail today.
David began munch and watched as the robins hopped around looking for worms in the tall grass that he had yet to get around to mowing. He thought about all the things he should be today if it wasn't for the fact he was cursed.
For what was not the first time, and he doubted would be the last, he wondered what it was that he had done to cause the universe to turn together every Friday the 13th. Had he someone broken a mythical rule and brought the wrath of some god down upon his head. Maybe he had accidentally stepped on one of those mischief making creatures and it had decided to follow him around ever since. All those thoughts were crazy though, so he just figured that the universe had just decided he looked like an easy target to screw with.
David rolled up the bag and dropped the bag on the floor sighing. Maybe if he went back to bed he could go to sleep now. He got up and made his way back down the hall to his bedroom. When he turned the corner into the room he managed to loose his balance. David grabbed for the door knob but all that did was manage to swing him around just enough to send his head straight into the edge of the door. He laid on the floor wonder why him and he felt wetness run down the side of his nose. David reached up and wiped at it, then looked at his fingers seeing the bright red blood.
He dragged himself up and made his way back to the bathroom to see what the damage was this year, besides the pounding in his head of course. He took a towel and wiped at the blood to get a good look at the gash on his forehead. That was definitely going to scar he thought, then wondered if he would need to get stitches to close it up.
David got the first aid kit out and taped down some gauze so he could drive to the ER since he had already gotten his injury for the year after all. He headed to the door grabbing his wallet and keys and thought, well he had three months till he had to worry about anything again.
Word Count: 1003
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): N/A
Summary: It should be just like any other day
David absolutely hated Friday the 13th. It didn't matter what he did, he always had the absolute worst luck. Growing up David never believed in luck or those silly myths of little mischief making creatures making people's luck go bad, but it was like the moment he turned eighteen a switch came on and every single Friday the 13th since his life was hell.
When he was eighteen he broke his leg by tripping off his front porch. To this day he still had no idea what caused him to fall, but the two steps his leg twirled down cause a nice snap. He remembered the nurse laughing saying that was what happened when you go out Friday the 13th. He still wanted to smack her for that all these years later.
Nine months later David broke multiple bones in his hand by somehow slamming his car door on it. At least that nurse hadn't made any comments about the day it was.
Six months later he had almost made it through the entire day without incident, when he was walking back to his dorm on campus talking to his roommate and walked right into a low tree branch. Nothing got broken that time but he had a giant welt on his head for almost a week.
Just 3 months later in July, out on vacation, he fell asleep on the beach and ended up with 2nd degree burn on his entire back and back of his legs.
This process had continued for the past 25 years varying from simple cuts and bruises, to a week in the hospital after being knocked unconscious by a foul ball at a baseball game. His family tended to mock him every year asking what he planned to do to himself this “holiday”, like he was purposefully injuring himself.
A few years David had attempted to just stay home, or stay in bed all day, he still always got hurt, but it never seemed to be as bad as if he had dare to go out into the world instead. So, just like he had for the past 5 year whenever possible, David was staying home.
Closing his eyes again David had decided it would be best if he could manage to sleep the day away, but no matter how long he kept his eyes closed, or how much he flipped and then flopped around his bed, he could not get his mind to turn of wondering what doom might befall him today.
Groaning David finally surrendered and drug himself out of the bed and to the kitchen thinking that something to eat might help. Looking around the kitchen he knew any electrical appliances were out of the questions. There was no way he was turning on the stove, microwave, or even the toaster today. He even eyed the refrigerator suspiciously and wondered if he should even risk opening it at all.
Deciding not to risk that either, he shook his head and just grabbed a bag of pork rinds out of the cabinet and made his way to the couch in the living room. David then stared at the television for what seemed like a hour deciding if he should risk turning it on either. Deciding against that as well he got up, opened the blinds and moved to the chair where he could just stare out the window.
It was a gorgeous day outside. Had it been any other date David would probably of took his bike out for a ride or just gone for a drive around town, but since it was today he would not be even opening the door to get his mail today.
David began munch and watched as the robins hopped around looking for worms in the tall grass that he had yet to get around to mowing. He thought about all the things he should be today if it wasn't for the fact he was cursed.
For what was not the first time, and he doubted would be the last, he wondered what it was that he had done to cause the universe to turn together every Friday the 13th. Had he someone broken a mythical rule and brought the wrath of some god down upon his head. Maybe he had accidentally stepped on one of those mischief making creatures and it had decided to follow him around ever since. All those thoughts were crazy though, so he just figured that the universe had just decided he looked like an easy target to screw with.
David rolled up the bag and dropped the bag on the floor sighing. Maybe if he went back to bed he could go to sleep now. He got up and made his way back down the hall to his bedroom. When he turned the corner into the room he managed to loose his balance. David grabbed for the door knob but all that did was manage to swing him around just enough to send his head straight into the edge of the door. He laid on the floor wonder why him and he felt wetness run down the side of his nose. David reached up and wiped at it, then looked at his fingers seeing the bright red blood.
He dragged himself up and made his way back to the bathroom to see what the damage was this year, besides the pounding in his head of course. He took a towel and wiped at the blood to get a good look at the gash on his forehead. That was definitely going to scar he thought, then wondered if he would need to get stitches to close it up.
David got the first aid kit out and taped down some gauze so he could drive to the ER since he had already gotten his injury for the year after all. He headed to the door grabbing his wallet and keys and thought, well he had three months till he had to worry about anything again.