The fortune teller (short story)

"What a horrible day." - I said when entering the apartment. I just got fired from work, my car does not work, so I had to walk 2 hours to get home. And on top of that my girlfriend broke up with me. I was done. I wanted to escape reality so I got myself a beer from the fridge. I drank it all so quickly that I didn't even felt it. I was still ruined. I wanted something harder than beer. Way harder. I opened my phone, I scrolled through the contacts and found a guy named Tomy. He was a drug dealer. He was selling all kinds of drugs. I was mostly interested in a drug called Black-Death. It boosts your dopamine to the stars. You feel like a god. You can either smoke it or snort it.

Without hesitation, I called Tomy and I told him what I want. It cost me a fortune, but it was worth it. I smoked it. I felt like a living god. So insanely powerful that I wanted to kill somebody just for the fun. Also, my sexual desires went to the stars and wanted someone to fuck as soon as possible. So I went to the nearest bar. Upon entering I saw a girl. She was blonde with big red lips. She had glasses on so that further made my fantasy go wild. With a nice looking slim body. I wanted her right in my bed as soon as possible. I approached her and started talking.

"Hi! I just want to tell you that you are pretty sexy. Do you want me to buy you a drink?"
"Sure..."
We talked for a couple of minutes when a man appeared:
"What are you doing with my girl, sucker?"
"Paul, calm down we were just talking." - said the blonde lady
"Just talking? What is it all about with him buying you drinks? Are you a slut?"
As he said that the drug kicked on. I was like demonically possessed and I wanted to kill that guy.

"What did you say to her?" - I raised my voice an said that
"She is a fucking slut. Slut, slut, slut. Didn't you hear me?"
I was pissed. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and smashed it right into this guy's head.
"I like it" - I started saying that - "I fucking like it."

Two guards came. And they kicked me off the bar. After being kicked I puked all of the alcohol that I had consumed. After a couple of minutes of me not being able to do anything I saw a sign.
It said: "Fortune teller. See your future with 100% certainty."
I never believe this crap, but because I was drunk and drugged I went to her. I sat down in front of the old lady and she said:
"What is your name, stranger?"
"Tom" - said I
"What would you want to know about the future?" - said the fortune teller and looked me right in the eyes.
"Just tell me anything. It will be a lie anyway so I don't care." - I said that when I burped.
She started doing her ritual around the crystal ball. I was thinking about smashing that ball into her head.
"Hurry..." - I burped again - "up"
"Have some patience. I need to dive deep into the spiritual realm so I can detect your fate and tell it to you" - said the fortune teller whiles still doing some kind of ritual with the crystal ball
"Yeah, yeah"
I really wanted to smash that ball into her head.
"Oh..." - said the old lady - "Your fate will involve love. You will finally find the love of your life."
"Was that all? I waited so long for you to tell me this shit?"
I got really pissed off and grabbed the ball and smashed it into the ground.
After that, I don't remember anything.

The next morning I found myself at home with a hangover. I had a really awful hangover. So to beat that hangover I had to go to the supermarket to buy milk. As I went outside I remembered something. Something that the fortune teller told me. It was about me finding the love of my life. As I was walking to the supermarket I started looking around for every woman possible. I was observing all of them. I saw around 25 women and then unexpectedly I saw the same blonde lady from the bar that I was in yesterday. I approached her and I started talking. I got her number. Then we met again and again and again and aga...

(10 years later)

I woke up and started thinking. Did the fortune teller tell my future or she created it?
Was I going to meet this blonde lady again if the old lady did not tell me that I will find the love of my life? Was I going to see the love of my life If I was not informed that I had to look for it? So many questions.

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Thank you for reading. Today I felt like doing something different. That is my first ever story that I publish here so tell me what you think. Maybe it is not that good but who cares anyway :D. God Bless