Lonely world
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
671
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Recommended:
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it's still lonely
When morning came it was off to the office. She arrived there right on time not a minute before and not a minute after, like she always did. Making her way to her desk where it was already piled up with a mountain of paper just waiting to be revised and shipped over to the Doc manger. With a sigh she sat down and started her work like she always did never leaving her seat till it was all done. The less time she had to herself the better it would be. No time to think about how it used to be so bright and wonderful when she used to dance around laughing and giggling talking to everyone who would listen. Now, now it’s all different. She hardly ever cracks a smile let alone laugh. She won’t talk to anyone any more just the waitress at the bar and that was more accidental than anything.
She stared up into space for a brief moment remembering how it was she stared talking to the waitress. She stopped short of thought when she realized that she didn’t even remember anything past two weeks ago. It’s always made life a little less painful when you can’t remember all the pain after the drama. That night she can never forget, that horrible night when he left and those memories came flooding back. Nope she couldn’t remember anything from 2 years and 50 weeks till two weeks ago but everything before that is engraved into her mind to never be forgotten. She felt the hot tear fighting their way out but she was stronger than that at least in public she was. She wouldn’t leave her post for that reason she couldn’t break down in front of all those people no she was to prideful even after everything that man put her through she at least in the public’s eye still was strong and even that little bit off hope helped ease the pain just a bit but enough till it was time to go the bar.
When it was time for break she merely clocked out but never stopped working. Distraction was the best think to keep her from those thought. They were getting worse and worse every time. Oh how she couldn’t wait. She looked over at the clock it was time to clock back in. Now it was just hope that the work on her table lasted another four hours it always did though.
When work was over she made her way to the bar and sat down on the same table as always. The same waitress came over with my cup of rum as always and sat it down. I gave her the same weak smile I always do when she brings my first drink over. It still wasn’t time for our nightly talks not yet after the second or third is when it safe. I sat there and drank my cup of rum letting my thought roam for the second time today. It was unbearable at work again. She twirled the little bit of liquid around in the cup before gulping down the rest of it and set the cup down and put her head down into her hands. It had been a whole month that she had gone with the “extra” help of pain reliever. It was really the waitress’s idea to stop “mutilating my body” as she so colorfully put it. But it was already beginning to be too much. She looked at the glass and grabbed it and ran off to the bathroom into the farthest stall with was the biggest. She threw the glass at the wall and heard that sweat sound of glass shattering and chills ran all through her body. She walked slowly over to where all the broken glass was scattered and looked for the biggest piece and picked it up.
She pulled down her black dress pants (which were what she always wore for work) and sat down on the toilet. Another chill ran through her body as she brought the jagged piece of broken glass to the flesh on her thigh. It was always on her thigh it was easier to hide the gashes that way. She pressed down as hard as she could and in one swift painful swipe she saw the beautiful color of blood coming up and her pain left her body along with the blood from the cut she just did. The throbbing in her leg didn’t cease though it. It felt as if her veins were itching and she had to scratch them and the only thing to get to the veins was that piece of glass just as she was going to relieve herself of said itch the bathroom door open and footsteps were heard making their way to the stall she was in. The only one who knew how to open up a closed bathroom stall door was the waitress and there was no doubt that it was her.
“Well you lasted a month and for that I am proud of you but you got to try harder. Don’t give him the pleasure of being able to break you down like this” She said coming over to pick up the rest of the shattered glass off the floor.
“You were more understanding yesterday” she mumbled handing over the piece of glass to the waitress.
“Yes well yesterday you were already to drunk to talk sound sense into” she walked over to the trash can and dumped the glass she had picked up into it.
She stood and pulled up her pants and walked over t the sink to wash her hand. Sometimes it was good to her the waitress around it gave her hope that maybe if he didn’t come back into her life she might still make it, she wasn’t trying to get her hopes up or down for that matter. She did want the love of her life back but then again he always had a way of making her hurt more. With a heavy sigh she dried off her hands and walked back out to her table and sat down waiting for the waitress to come out and sit with her.
“So how was work, still not talking with any of your co-workers yet huh?”
“No just working trying not to think too much but it’s easier said than done you know.”
“Hmm yes it is sometimes but you know you gotta do something about can’t just sit there and let life pass you by.”
“Yes I can and I think I will”
“Well maybe a few more drink and you’ll see reason right like always. Or do you go home and brake down thinking you can still keep some of your dignity?”
“I think those drinks sound good”
“Yep they always do”
The waitress walked over to the bar and came back with her drink she walked away, it still wasn’t time for the sympathy act yet I needed to be a little more drunk before that happened. While drunk she always made her feel better but while sober she would always give me a big juicy bowl of truth and that is what always brought her back. She would try to help her; everyone else saw it all happen first hand but did nothing. She on the other hand wasn’t there doesn’t know what completely happened yet she would always offer her advice or her two cents as she liked to say.
It was quite funny a complete stranger helped her more than those so called friends she had. Those who left her there to get the beatings and abuse that he dished out but when he cooled off he was always sorry and she always took him back.
She finished my third drink and off to the bathroom. The waitress followed like always sitting up on the sinks face the stall she was in she said her encouraging word and out she came after the eighth drink time to stumble home and broke down like always till tomorrow where she went and did it all over again.
She stared up into space for a brief moment remembering how it was she stared talking to the waitress. She stopped short of thought when she realized that she didn’t even remember anything past two weeks ago. It’s always made life a little less painful when you can’t remember all the pain after the drama. That night she can never forget, that horrible night when he left and those memories came flooding back. Nope she couldn’t remember anything from 2 years and 50 weeks till two weeks ago but everything before that is engraved into her mind to never be forgotten. She felt the hot tear fighting their way out but she was stronger than that at least in public she was. She wouldn’t leave her post for that reason she couldn’t break down in front of all those people no she was to prideful even after everything that man put her through she at least in the public’s eye still was strong and even that little bit off hope helped ease the pain just a bit but enough till it was time to go the bar.
When it was time for break she merely clocked out but never stopped working. Distraction was the best think to keep her from those thought. They were getting worse and worse every time. Oh how she couldn’t wait. She looked over at the clock it was time to clock back in. Now it was just hope that the work on her table lasted another four hours it always did though.
When work was over she made her way to the bar and sat down on the same table as always. The same waitress came over with my cup of rum as always and sat it down. I gave her the same weak smile I always do when she brings my first drink over. It still wasn’t time for our nightly talks not yet after the second or third is when it safe. I sat there and drank my cup of rum letting my thought roam for the second time today. It was unbearable at work again. She twirled the little bit of liquid around in the cup before gulping down the rest of it and set the cup down and put her head down into her hands. It had been a whole month that she had gone with the “extra” help of pain reliever. It was really the waitress’s idea to stop “mutilating my body” as she so colorfully put it. But it was already beginning to be too much. She looked at the glass and grabbed it and ran off to the bathroom into the farthest stall with was the biggest. She threw the glass at the wall and heard that sweat sound of glass shattering and chills ran all through her body. She walked slowly over to where all the broken glass was scattered and looked for the biggest piece and picked it up.
She pulled down her black dress pants (which were what she always wore for work) and sat down on the toilet. Another chill ran through her body as she brought the jagged piece of broken glass to the flesh on her thigh. It was always on her thigh it was easier to hide the gashes that way. She pressed down as hard as she could and in one swift painful swipe she saw the beautiful color of blood coming up and her pain left her body along with the blood from the cut she just did. The throbbing in her leg didn’t cease though it. It felt as if her veins were itching and she had to scratch them and the only thing to get to the veins was that piece of glass just as she was going to relieve herself of said itch the bathroom door open and footsteps were heard making their way to the stall she was in. The only one who knew how to open up a closed bathroom stall door was the waitress and there was no doubt that it was her.
“Well you lasted a month and for that I am proud of you but you got to try harder. Don’t give him the pleasure of being able to break you down like this” She said coming over to pick up the rest of the shattered glass off the floor.
“You were more understanding yesterday” she mumbled handing over the piece of glass to the waitress.
“Yes well yesterday you were already to drunk to talk sound sense into” she walked over to the trash can and dumped the glass she had picked up into it.
She stood and pulled up her pants and walked over t the sink to wash her hand. Sometimes it was good to her the waitress around it gave her hope that maybe if he didn’t come back into her life she might still make it, she wasn’t trying to get her hopes up or down for that matter. She did want the love of her life back but then again he always had a way of making her hurt more. With a heavy sigh she dried off her hands and walked back out to her table and sat down waiting for the waitress to come out and sit with her.
“So how was work, still not talking with any of your co-workers yet huh?”
“No just working trying not to think too much but it’s easier said than done you know.”
“Hmm yes it is sometimes but you know you gotta do something about can’t just sit there and let life pass you by.”
“Yes I can and I think I will”
“Well maybe a few more drink and you’ll see reason right like always. Or do you go home and brake down thinking you can still keep some of your dignity?”
“I think those drinks sound good”
“Yep they always do”
The waitress walked over to the bar and came back with her drink she walked away, it still wasn’t time for the sympathy act yet I needed to be a little more drunk before that happened. While drunk she always made her feel better but while sober she would always give me a big juicy bowl of truth and that is what always brought her back. She would try to help her; everyone else saw it all happen first hand but did nothing. She on the other hand wasn’t there doesn’t know what completely happened yet she would always offer her advice or her two cents as she liked to say.
It was quite funny a complete stranger helped her more than those so called friends she had. Those who left her there to get the beatings and abuse that he dished out but when he cooled off he was always sorry and she always took him back.
She finished my third drink and off to the bathroom. The waitress followed like always sitting up on the sinks face the stall she was in she said her encouraging word and out she came after the eighth drink time to stumble home and broke down like always till tomorrow where she went and did it all over again.