-Joey-
I rub my forehead, crying for the first time in a year. I wipe my eyes, cough, and get up. I walk to my closet, grab some clothes, have a shower, and then I go downstairs and eat breakfast with Katie. "Good morning, darling," I say, eating some eggs, toast, and a small piece of sausage. I try not to sigh or frown at all, but it was pretty damn hard. I finish breakfast, pour Katie her fourth glass of orange juice, and I walk outside into the northern part of town. It was generally peaceful here. I opened up my car, and get in it to drive to my new job as a coach for baseball. It wasn't the worst, I guess, but playing on a team would have been so much more fun. [i]At least I'm not one of those police officers over in the slums.[/i] I get to my job, get out my bat, and walk onto the field to wait for the kids. After about 15 minutes, a group of kids show up, bats, outfits, everything. I smirk a little bit, and pay attention to doing my job, but after setting up the ball-throwing machine, I got hit in the head by a kid who hit it and his bat slipped, flying backwards and you know the rest. I woke up in a hospital, and they tell me that I'm fine, luckily no concussions, but that I was probably going to have a headache for the rest of the week. I sigh, and rub my eyes again, and I drive to my boss, tell him what happened, pretended I had a concussion, and he let me go for the day. I walk out, and drive home, seeing some van drive crazily. I honk my horn and slow down a bit so that if I did crash at all, it wouldn't be horrible, and I move out of the way. After that little event, I get back to normal speed and eventually get home.

I went to sleep, still thinking about the Amber Alert that was going on because of my son disappearing, and his phone not working. I had a nightmare about that van, with my kid possibly dead or injured in the back, and I wake up with a shock. I sit up, and walk around the house, seeing Katie on some game. I walk in and ask what she was playing, and she stays silent. "Katie... what game is this?" I ask, taking out her ear buds this time. She tells me she was playing on this server on whatever, and I sigh, walking off and leaving her alone. I say "You'd better be careful of strangers on the internet," and she says "These guys are my fri-" and I interrupt her. "No, they're not! You don't know them, they could be sixty-five year old men with a voice changer!" I say, and she says "Dad, these guys ARE my friends, I've met up with them one ti-" and I get furious. "YOU AGREED TO GO SOMEWHERE WITH STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET?!" and she says "No, I met them BEFORE this," and I decide to stop fighting. She turns her mic back on and continues playing the game.