What We Do To Each Other

The start of it all : Chapter 1

Already sweating, I lift the plate filled with entrees and drinks, and make my way towards the dinning area. I set the plate down, making myself smile at the the couple and then hurry back to the kitchen for the next order. I release a sigh as I see all the new orders. "A double cheeseburger with only lettuce and ketchup, a side of fries and a sprite to go with it!" I yell to Steve, one of our chefs.
Taking a deep breath, I tuck my loose hairs behind my ears. "A Mac n cheese with extra bacon, a double stuffed fry order with extra bacon, and one order of chips!" I yell again, making sure Steve and Andy, another one of our chefs heard me right.
Last time I did the waitressing, neither of them heard me say "extra" and the old man ordering yelled at me for getting it wrong. I was just about to spit on his clean ass shoes, but Chloe wrestled me back into the storage room before I could. And thank god she did. I probably would have gotten fired, even though I had just started.
"Looks like the old snake came back for seconds , ay?" Chloe said, snorting as she re-filled the napkin dispenser. I roll my eyes, smiling at her nick name for the old "man". Or should I say boy?
"Yeah, well this time I promise not to let my wicked salvia escape my precious mouth." I say sarcastically. We both knew that the chance I got, I would extend the middle finger to him with glee.
"I mean, I wouldn't blame yo-" My phone rings, cutting her off rudely. I smile, guiltily and she shrugs it off waving as she grabs another tray and walking into the diner, ready to serve the "needy". As I answer the phone, I can hear my sister breathing anxiously. "Ella-?" I ask.
"Liv..." She takes a deep breath, as if she's preparing for disaster. Anxiety curls through my body at her tone and I mentally prepare myself for the worst. But nothing I could've expected was worse than what she said in that moment. "..he's back"

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When I first moved here, I never expected to not fit in. I had always been the girl to blend in with the crowd, never disagreeing and never making a scene. But when I moved to this town, I wasn't able to escape the past. So it came with me. The memories. The words. The choices I made. Everything.
I lived in Australia for the first 8 years of my life. And then, my best friend passed away because of cancer. I can't explain how having a best friend with cancer was like, because I can barely remember it myself. As bad as that sounds, it was the only way to recover from the loss. Just forget.
Here's what I do know. My best friend was named Jane. I loved her and she loved me. She passed away just as I turned 8. It was tragic for my family, nonless hers. Apparently, it was so tragic that I had to go to the emergency room. As I said, I don't remember much about my past life. Although my parents have tried to tell me. I've always just pushed it to the back of my mind. What's the point in remembering when you can live now?
After a couple months, it seemed that I still wasn't able to cooperate with her death. So we moved here. In this shitty town. It seemed to help me, so we stayed. It was fine for my family. Doesn't mean it was fine for me. I was the kid that had no friends. While, my sister was the baby that all the neighbors loved and their kids loved. (Even though they were only 3-5 years old.)
We had been there for 2 years, and it was my birthday. Mom had invited everyone over for my special 10th birthday, but no showed up. I never minded. I loved my family and I loved that they spent time with me. I could say that I preferred to be alone with them, but that would've been a lie.
It didn't matter if it was a lie or not, because my life changed when he came. It was the best change that could have happened to me. Too bad though. Because all good things in life leave. As did he.

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I hope you enjoyed this intro/first chapter! I'm not an expert so I'm sorry if I make any mistakes! If I did, make sure to inform me!

With much love,
Em 🖕🏻👁👅👁🖕🏻