Damaged

Chapter 9: Help!

 Day 1

I wake up drooling in my bed. I pinch my eyes. Then I crack my back. Ouch. I wake up with my feet so numb and asleep. I'm fine. I'm...fine. I am not  fine. I grab my phone. No messages. No missed calls. Nobody freaking cares about me. Shit. I go to my door. My bill, my rent, my gas. I am broke. And I got nobody's help. Jack. I dial the number. One, two, three , four, five, six. Nope.  I go through my cabinets. Cereal. Milk. I eat up. And brush my hair. Then I put on a casual dress and then put on a coat and a pair of heighls. I open the door and take a deep breath. I'm single, unemployed, and broke. I go into the elevator. I take out my notepad and a pencil. If she won't let me write a story. Then why don't I. I walk out the door.

" Oh hey wanna buy a newspaper!" Says a guy. Usually I would tell them no thank you. But today no.

I ignore. I walk with my head up. I go into the nearest café.  I order a cheap pastry filled with chocolate and a coffee with caramel in it. Then as I walk out to find someone to interview for a story, I see Jack. Just as I see him I decide to run for it and say a hi. But then I see a girl running into his arms. And kisses him. My smile begins to fade. He seemed to care about me. It seemed as if he liked me. I begin to walk away.

Why the heck is my life so ruined. Tears begin to fall with a mixture of dried and liquid old mascara. I go into my refrigerator and grab a coke. I drink as I feel panic rising in my chest and sorrow being grown.

Ding dong. I jump up startled. I quickly get up out my chair and get near the door. It could be anyone. I open the door wide open. It's jack.

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" What are you doing here?" I say with a nasty attitude.

" Well I heard you got fired so I wanted to check on you." He says with concern.

" Check on me? Shouldn't you be with you girlfriend making out in the back of your car! You are a fagot idiot with the meanest dumbest heart. You  told me that work was alright and that I could come back . Your fake rude messed up headed boss is the shadiest diva that has no reasonable purpose for firing me. Is it for not coming for two weeks, well I was in the hospital. Is it because I involved myself to much? She should have given me a warning and let me have a second damn chance."

I take a deep breath. I grab the bottle of beer that was opened a week ago and begin chugging it down. Suddenly he grabs the bottle and slams it down.

"You don't know what you are talking about, you don't know anything about my life and you are not well. You need help!"

" I don't need help especially not from you."

" I'm back right were I started." I stare down.

" What does that mean?" He asks with curiousity.

"I am broken." I say with a voice barely loud enugh to hear. Then I slam the door right in his face.