[ WP ] `` The guy is like an 'emotional vampire ' , '' she said . `` He simply drains the emotional energy from others . You can feel it happening . ''

Mitt was looking down at his pamphlet. `` Why is it that every time I meet someone they just totally lose faith in me?'' Not realizing he had spoke out loud, his wife glances over the table. `` Stop it. Put that down and just stop being such a downer. You're bringing me down for Christ's sake.'' 
 His relationship in the nuclear household was deteriorating right before his eyes and his blood curdled more than the time he lost a hedge fund transfer to political clouts. His children purposely mocked his wealth in front of the country and his wife constantly lied to everyone about how supportive they all were of him. 
 
 His eyes hurt from the strains of holding back tears everyday and his mind was just clouded with thoughts and insecurities about dealing with such an abusive population. He felt like he was draining those around him... 
 
 `` Honey, I'm going to go outside and get some air.'' Mitt left the house with the intent to never return. There had to be an answer to his problems and he was determined to discover it. Driving down to the local grocer that was open 24/7 always offered him a soft reprieve from the demands of the home life and Mitt was starting to pick up on this. Grabbing a few snacks and getting ready to leave he noticed something peculiar. The guy who was supposedly in charge of the register was sitting behind the counter playing a game with his much younger sibling. Mitt worked up a fake couch to grab his attention. `` Oh, sorry sir. Is this all you'd like?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.. excuse me but what are you playing?'' 
 
 `` Hahaha oh that old thing? It's a game called Go. It's a Japanese boardgame.... would you like to play a round?'' 
 
 Romney hesitated bht ultimately caved as he had n't done anything but live superficially amongst bullies. `` Alright, how'bout it. It could n't hurt.'' 
 
 He sat down with the two and spent hours playing Go. Mitt had finally enjoyed something. A moment of his life finally mattered. He learned and laughed and took that experience deeply into his heart. As the sun started to rise, Mitt grew anxious. `` I must get outta here right now. I'm sorry but I have business to attend to.'' 
 
 `` Well mister, feel free to come back any time.'' 
 
 ``... thank you young man.'' 
 
 Mitt returned home and slept deep through the day and upon waking up realized that he was living a sham. Life was going to change for the Romney family. Mitt ignored the bitching of his family and headed to the office. Hours passed and numerous calls later he looked at the near empty bank accounts. And one check sat on his desk. There was no name but a total and a message. 
 
 `` Thanks for the times and for finally being someone who was able to be around me.'' 
 
 The dark ink stretched along the bottom of the check as tucked it into an envelope. Mitt drove to the grocer and after handing the letter over the counter to young fellow, he disappeared as quick as he'd came in. 
 
 Screams of joy and astonishment could be heard in the store as Mitt drove away. He He was determined that this was the beginning of a new life for him. He was gon na make a change. 
 
 
 The end 
 
 Idk why I wrote this. this was originally going to be a story bashing romney but then I decided to make it a kind of Wicked-esque scenario. Anyway. Sorry it's so elementary in vocabulary. Just a quickwrite
