Blunt

Emily's outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=87742660

A sharp sensation hit me quite suddenly, which was surprising, considering the exaggerated length of time it had taken him to insert it, why was the pain coming now? As my blurred vision regained it's regular balance, a face came into view. My mind struggled to gain recognition of his features, I reached for my knife which was always on my bedside...always, but not tonight. "EMILY" he screamed as I struggled away from the knife "EMILY" again, he was getting louder, which should alert my parents "BREAKFAST!" that last one confused me a little, okay. I struggled about feeling an unusual pressure on my chest, only before I realised that Grace was on top of me screaming for me to wakeup, my eyes fluttered open, as I touched my sweat filled forehead and shoved grace off of me. "Leave, just leave" I whispered distantly.

I had arrived home with only an hour to sleep before work. I closed my eyes and drifted only to be haunted again by the past, ugh it felt like I only had to close my eyes for it all to come back. Groaning I quickly showered and threw on my work clothing, internally cursing my inability to speak up and just tell Amelia I couldn't come. I dragged myself down the stairs, eyes barely open, yawning the entire way. Mum continued to ignore me and I continued to avoid her. I was running out the door when I realised i'd forgotten my phone, cursing myself I ran to my room and quickly grabbed it, however I did take the time to rip the case off before I jumped in my car and drove.

I was the first to arrive, so naturally I started to set everything up. Working at Forever 21 in theory, was great for discounts on clothes I loved, but in practise I hated it, because having to act cheerful whilst constantly being surrounded by teenage girls was horrible. Social environments are always difficult to adjust to for those who prefer to be alone. This was another reason I found it difficult to keep friends, my mum would always worry but she was never surprised, my room was my favourite place. I sighed as I thought of mum, taking a sip of my latte I pondered our relationship, no matter how frustrating she could be I would always love her.

Just as guilt began to trickle through me there was a loud knocking on the front gate which we used to cover the entrance. Odd, I thought, as the staff door was already open and Ameila and Jas both had keys anyway. I groaned as the knocking became more frequent, dragging my tired body out of the back room, I shuffled to the counter only to stop dead in my tracks. I felt like screaming, or throwing things, or melting into a pool of shock right there on the floor. How did he know where I worked?! He kept knocking, even though he was looking right at me and he was smirking now.

My immediate reaction was to stare at him. I stared much longer then what would seem normal., eventually he stopped knocking and raised his eyebrows, a gesture which made it quite clear he also noticed my awkward state. The words "we're not open yet" escaped from my mouth, he chuckled. "I'm not here to shop…" shit, obviously. I feel so stupid "…right" I said, so intelligently. "Can I come in?" he prompted, becoming impatient. "No" I was surprised by the sternness in my voice, apparently so was he as he shifted uncomfortably in front of the door, "Alright." there was a short silence, as I pondered that, alright? alright as in he would wait? or alright as in he was just going to leave? shit shit shit. "How about you come out?" he said breaking me from my internal conversation. "Why…" I said slowly...carefully. "To talk" he counteracted, as if it were obvious.

Having had enough of the banter I walked back to the staff exit and came out to meet him, immediately regretting my decision as I saw the stupid smug grin on his face. I glared and he smiled, this was becoming a common thing between us, the fact that we even had a 'common thing' made me want to vomit. "You're awfully feisty for somebody who works in customer service" was his way of greeting, as he casually drank from his Starbucks cup. At that moment I swear I could have poured it through his stupid curls, I restrained myself and spoke through gritted teeth "Is there something you wanted?" there was a long pause as he stared at me, I couldn't help it but he just kept making me feel inadequate the way he looked right into my eyes, his features softened and he looked even more attractive, who knew that was possible. I was beginning to feel super self conscious, I started questioning everything about myself. Could he notice the small cluster of freckles on my nose under my makeup? Was I wearing too much makeup? What if I hadn't rubbed it in properly, I was in a rush this morning... and why the hell did I think pink hair was a good idea?

Eventually, he spoke up "Uh, yeah... you never told me how your sister was" right after he said it I could tell he was trying not to laugh. Something clicked and I had no control over myself after that point and I pushed him with everything I had, which was not much, but the point was still made. I don't know why but it was all I could do to stop myself from murdering him. As I turned to storm away he spoke through his fit of laughter just loud enough for me to hear "Does that mean she's alright?"

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