When the blood runs cold (toki × oc) metalocalypse:D

Fresh start

(This will be written from mostly Cyrus's point of view:D)

I sit in the bathroom tieing my tie and putting on my big boy lipstick, it's time I get my act together and get a real job... living has been really hard ever since I've tried to sober up, how am I only 24 and alredy having a midlife crisis...  I'm done with all the pot and booze and heroin- and crack... and smoking-- I think that's it, either way, I have a job interview today, I can finaly leave my old life behind. I walk over to my kitties to say goodbye before leaving the house and heading for the bus station. As soon as I arrive and walk into the building, I cant help but want to run home crying, I'm so stressed out, and I wont even be able to take a smoke break if needed. I walk over to the employment office and I take a seat in the quarry, as I wait I take out my phone and a start scrolling through Twitter, looks like those crazy dethklok fans are at it again, I will never understand those people... after a while I get gestured into an office room and sat down in front of a desk, the man behind if looks nice, decent enough to work with

"Hello ma'am"

C:"Sir"

"Its in my attention that your looking for work?"

C:"yes that's right, and hopefully I can find it!" I squeeze out a strained laugh as he chuckles

"You seem nice, your a verry pretty young woman, I hope you know that"

C:"oh thank you heh" I wish people would stop calling me a woman... I don't get those things cut off for nothing-

"Now it appears you have a conviction record, is that right?"

C:"oh, um yes, once or twice for DUI's and a few times for destruction of property, but I can assure you that I'm clean of all that now"

"Good, good..."

He gets up and walks over to the office door and locks it before walking back over to me and grabbing my face 

"Listen, you wont get an offer like this anywhere else okay? Your a dirty criminal, nobody would want you working for them, but I think your pretty, so I'll cut you a deal, I'll let you work here if you allow me access to your soft serenade body~" he tries to lean in for a kiss before i slap him clean across the face and run out the door, as he holds his face I can hear him screaming 

"YOU DIRTY WHORE- GOOD LUCK FINDING WORK ELSEWHERE!" 

I run down the street, regretting going outside or even waking up... what the fuck was that, why would anyone do that, I know this a bad part of town but what the FUCK?! ... before I can realise I'm alredy spending the last of this months assistance on some beer at a gas station, {what am a doing, I'm such a fat pice of shit} I think to myself as I crack open one of the beers on the walk home {dump it out, stop drinking you fat idiot, you useless piece of shit} I keep drinking {you couldnt even get a job, what's wrong with you?!} I crush the can in my hand and chuck it into the street for somone to run over, as I start to pull the tab on the next one, the tears start to flow down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and wetting my dress shirt, I take a swig from the next can and before I can blink I wake up in my bed half naked with some random dude lying next to me

C:".... get out"

"Hmm?"

C:"I said get out of my apartment l, now"

"Uuugh, fine, if your gonna be a bitch I'll go"

He gets up and puts his pants on, walking out the door, I then slide off my mattress before peeling a used condom off one of my pillows "gross" I chuck it out the window before opening it fully, letting my room air out

C:"uuuuhhh- my head...." I groan as I wander into my bathroom to go throw up what was left in my stomach from last night "welp... looks like I failed on the whole sober thing" I grab a small wooden box from underneath my bed and I pour out all the sobriety chips I had "twenty.. twenty three, and twenty four, wow it's been a whole year since my last relapse... fuck. I put them back in the case before I go to my fridge and grab a beer solidifying the blender I'm about to go on

C:"okay phone, entertain me" I lean back on my couch as I look at various pornahrafic pictures I have on my phone "heh, boobs-"  I'm momentarily distracted, playing with my little vibrating freind till I get a call from an old number I chuck the toy before i pick up 

C:"h-hello?..."

"Ja, dis is beings cyrus correct?" 

C:"yeah, this is they"

"Remembers swisgaard?"

C:"oh yeah! We were in that band together, heh, remember when we totaly made out and did a bunch of hand stuff in that closet?~"

S:"yes, me ams rememberings, but ours flings are overs, I just wish to be making nother albums with you"

C:"oh... uhm.. yeah I'll find my bass"

S:"ja, you be doings that, bye byes, I text you adress" 

[Sorry for the short chapters:') with me its eather a bunch of short chapters or two or three really long ones]