[ WP ] It 's New Years Eve . Your best friend died in September , you 've been robbed twice , your girl friend is leaving you , you 've just lost your job and the only one left to talk to is a gay burglar you 've got tied up in the kitchen . P.S . Your cat is dead .

`` So this is it, eh?'' I said to the man bound by ropes on the floor. No answer. I washed my hands again. I've always thought a man should be measured by two things: The love from his closest who keep him company, and his own personal hygiene. At least I have one of those going for me. 
 
 I spoke again, this time almost cheerfully. `` Happy new year, pal.'' Thinking back, it seems everything that could go wrong had so this year. Alan, who had been my best friend for years, always greeting me with a smile, had died this September. Olivia, the beautiful woman I've had the privilege of sharing my life with for almost four years started packing her bags just the other day. On top of all that, I've had two break ins. Two! 
 
 Alan always used to joke and say that I was `` favored by the heavens''. For as long as I can remember I've always had good luck. Growing up in the slums, Alan and I dreamed of living in a great house, every room filled with those we cared about. Of course, only I fulfilled that dream. My luck was plenty to carry me to the top, but Alan's cheerfulness had no such effect. 
 
 Having forgot about the burglar for a moment, I turned my attention to him again. `` At least I have you.'' 
 
 Wait, that's not true. I carried the burglar on the wagon to the next room where Olivia sat silently in front of the fire. `` You're staying with me after all'', I said softly with a smile. I kept pushing the wagon with the burglar, passing the sofa where Mittens was laying in his favorite spot. I gave him an appreciative smile. He appeared to be sleeping. `` Lazy cat'' i laughed to myself. 
 
 I arrived at the basement door and opened it, revealing the two people inside. `` This is Alan'' I said. `` The other man is the robber who came in here three days ago, maybe you know each other.'' We went down the stairs. `` No'', I said to myself. `` I'm not alone''. A foul stench reached my nose. `` It's time for your shower soon, Alan!'' Alan had smiled at me since I came in there, not his usual smile, but a stiff, nasty smile which made me feel uneasy. `` Stop it Alan.'' I said quietly. `` Stop it!'' `` Stop it!!!'' I screamed, banging his head against the wall until my hands were bloody. 
 
 Having cleaned up the mess and given Alan a bath I suddenly had a horrifying thought. `` I truly feel alone.''
