Always Atlas

03 ➵ Rexie Rora

ALWAYS
ATLAS

After about an hour and a half, seven cigarettes butts being squashed into the ground, I had finally made it to Delilah's diner, my workplace. Honestly, it was the last place I wanted to be right now as instead I wanted to be at home in my room, which is more so the garage, while all cuddled up with my dog.

But no, my shift got changed all because someone called in sick, I'm so bloody positive that they were lying about it too. I mean who else would just so happen to be sick on a Friday? Bloody load of rubbish in my opinion.

But who could blame them, not me as I know for sure I would do the exact same thing.

Once arriving at Delilah's Diner, my workplace, I walked behind the counter, greeting all of my co-workers who I only dream about strangling every night, before walking into the break room, and then into the claustrophobic bathroom.

I then stripped out of my track pants, then the leggings beneath those, and removing my long-sleeved shirt beneath my thick jumper and then changing into the uniform, which consists of a plain, black shirt and then any bottoms, so long as they are black, although I usually wear high-waisted jeans. 

For obvious reasons I refuse to get in a car, I tried to but it was too much as I kept getting flashes of Opal and it just ended up being way too much for me as it would send me into panic attacks and ugly crying for hours because of how much I missed her and wanted her back.

So, I will never, ever get in a car. . . again.

So due to me having to walk in the cold, I have to wear a few extra layers. I also wear the few extra layers to not only keep me warm in the cold weather and due to my mental illness, but it also makes me a lot colder than I already am. I also wear the few extra layers to try and make myself look a bit fuller and not as skinny.

Even though by doing this, it makes me feel fat.

Last, of all, I shoved my previously worn clothing into my bag, tied my apron around my waist and exited the restroom, placing my bag in one of the cubbyholes.

"Let's get this bloody over with." my coworker, Ophelia said as she playfully shoved my shoulder.

I laughed at her as I shoved her back, "I fucking hate you."

"Shut up I know you love me." she laughed softly as she battered her long dark eyelashes at me.

Ophelia Collins, Delilah Collins, my boss' little sister. I'm pretty sure that Elia only took up working here at her sister's diner was because of me. I'm pretty sure she's in love with me or something as we always seem to have the exact same shifts. 

I always seem to see Ophelia at school as well, she's only a grade below me, as I could always feel eyes on me when we were in the eating hall. Opal would make jokes and say that she's in love with me and that she's creepy.

But I never thought Elia was creepy, I thought that she was pretty cool as she didn't let anyone make her feel threatened or anxious, she always seemed to be happy. Maybe I need to find out her secret, to always being happy that is.

Ophelia is pretty, to say the least. She has got gorgeous slightly sunkissed skin, the perfect hourglass figure and big blue eyes that seem to hold miles and miles of oceans within them. Her hair always seems to be perfectly straightened; her thick brown locks are always hanging down past her shoulders.

Personally, I love her personality. Something about it makes me feel like she's not judging me and instead she is just minding her own business at all times. Elia is so unbelievably funny; she makes fun of the rude customers behind their backs and it gets me every time. She's also very smart, she's at the top of her class, or that's what she's told me.