Not Everything

"That would teach me to leave everything last minute," Kellan mumbled, his head still resting on the wooden table.

Maxim Trevelyan
Writer, Ravenclaw

Kellan hit his head on the table for about the third time in ten minutes. It was the last day of the month and he still had a lot of work to do and just three hours until the deadline. He wanted to be as good and useful as possible, so he tried to do everything. However, for the past few days Kellan was so sick, he could barely watch Netflix, much less do anything really productive.

"That would teach me to leave everything last minute," Kellan mumbled, his head still resting on the wooden table. He felt tired, so Kellan closed his eyes, promising himself just a few minutes of nap time.

He jerked up an undetermined time later when a hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing it. Kellan looked at the clock on his wall, showing it was almost an hour later, the due date nearing closer with each passing second.

"Thanks for waking me up Maya," Kellan murmured, squeezing the hand on his shoulder gently, before cracking his back and fingers, resting them against the laptop's keyboard.

"You look like a vampire sucked the blood, life and soul out of you," Maya said, crossing her arms. "It won't kill you, or them, if you miss a submission or two, you know," she jerked her head towards Kellan's computer. "Like Drew Carey says, everything is made up and the points don't matter," Maya added before exiting Kellan's room and leaving the man inside to his own devices.

Kellan started at his laptop for another minute, before exclaiming, "Oh, forget it!" and shutting it down. He stared as the screen turned black, which then only reflected his face. Maya was right, he looked horrible.

Standing up, Kellan made a few steps to his king sized bed and flopped down on it. He fell asleep a minute later, the only sound in his bedroom the clock ticking by time's seconds.