Make Me Feel Alive

I had never felt so awkward going to work in my life. Mr. Wireman had bought me a drink! Who did that?
I almost called in sick it made me so anxious.
I rapped my nails against my desk as I waited for the computer, glancing around worriedly. And what was he even doing in a club? He was like almost fifty, if not older, and ---." "Good morning, Ms. Tate."
"Morning, Mr. Burrows," I sent him a smile as he tottered by, a cup of coffee in hand. He paused by my desk for a brief moment, chatting, before continuing on to his office.
We had a lot of traffic today, considering it was a Monday and usually everyone tried to skimp until the end of the week so their weekend hangovers had time to go away.
It wasn't so surprising that Mr. Wireman was an hour late, and I was ungodly thankful that he didn't bring up anything about the weekend.
Though maybe he would like it if I stood by his desk for thirty minutes lecturing about punctuality.
I was still a bit miffed over that.
I pushed my glasses back up my nose, and the day went by very smoothly. When I managed to get home with no fatalities, I thought I was home free.
One of the best days ever.
Even if Toby tried to claw me because I stepped on his orange tail.
"Toby!" I flailed at him, sending him hissing over the back of the couch and into the bedroom.
He was on a rampage.
Annoyed, I threw one of his toys in there, hoping it would keep him distracted long enough for me to actually look through some of my mail without it getting drool or bite marks all over it.
I started flipping through it.
Junk, junk, something about a credit card that I should have, a clothes catalog that wasn't even mine, and --- oh no.
I froze, staring down at the letters.
I thought I still had a few months left.
My stomach started to drop as I ripped the bills open, and bit my lip.
Sallie Mae was after my soul, I realized.
TEN GRAND?
And this was just the first one. I couldn't --- what was I going to do? I wondered dismally.
I could make payments, but I was clawing to make it as it was. And they wanted me to start paying by the end of the month? I didn't have an extra three hundred I could spare.
I was going to have to call them, set up some sort of plan. Trevor had been right, I realized for what had to be the fourth time. I couldn't afford to live.
I tossed the bill down on the table, and ran my hands through my hair. I would have to call them Friday, since I only worked half a day due to my doctors appointment, which I would now cancel because --- guess what --- I needed to save my money.
Toby hopped back on the couch, nudging my thigh, and I rubbed his head apologetically.
"Toby, you're gonna have to go on a diet," I sighed, and he gave me a awful look, as if he knew exactly what I meant. He jumped off thr couch and crept under the coffee table, and I think he actually grumbled at me for being poor.
"It's not my fault we're like this," I told him.
He just looked at me; okay, so they were my school loans. I suppose it was time to start looking for a part time job.
And maybe somewhere with a lower rent.
Why couldn't I just disappear?

Notes

Sorry its been so long Dx
you guys have probably lost all interest now, and I'm sorry! Hopefully now I'll be able to update more!