Hell is Other People

Chapter 1

Ella's POV

"Wake up, for God sakes! You are going to be late!" I hear a voice from the distant.

I don't want to wake up.... I've been dreading this day for months. The day I would have finally go back to work or should I say at my "new" job. God knows, what is waiting for me across to that island.

"I'm up. I will be downstairs in a second!" I yelled to my mum.

I get out of bed and head towards the bathroom. This is an important day and everything has to go well. Ahhh....I really don't want to go especially after all this shit that happened. It's been a rough year for me and that last thing I want to happen before I leave Melbourne is to be on bad terms with my parents. You see I'm a person who depends on her emotions and on what is happening around me so in order to go everything as planned, I have to be in a good mood and right now I'm not...

I wash up, get dressed and check everything I have to take with me, so as I'm going to be gone for the next three months. Not so happy about it. Happy that I'm going to leave my parent's house, but not happy with the reason I'm going for... You see I was going to work at a hotel here in Melbourne as part of my training but for some apparent reason I got a phone call from the CEO yesterday and told me that they can't take me here and they need me in the 'sibling', as they call it, hotel in Tasmania!

"Jeez, sis! What's taking you for so long? Dad is flipping out. You are going to miss the ferry." my sister, Cathy, points out.

'Take a guess, sis. Why would I be stalling that much?' I whisper under my breath as I try to re-do my suitcase.

It's not that I don't want to go, it's just... I had some bad experiences at my old jobs in hotels so I'm not actually excited for it. You see by the time I turned eighteen and got into college I had to work for myself because my parents couldn't provide everything as they had three other kids to care for. I'm not complaining, I'm happy for who I am and how my parents raised me because I've learned stuff that other people in twenty-years of age have no clue. For the past three years I've been working mostly as a waitress and as an animater assistant in hotels and I don't actually have the best experiences. Yes, I do know the job well but every time with the people I've been working with has always been rough. I mean the last manager I had threatened to fire me because, as I recall it, I didn't place the naperon correctly and fast at the table? Yeah... that's probably it...

"Would you please calm down? It's not going to be like last time." she smiled. "Ok, yeah at your previous job they took advantage of you as a trainee, they overworked you. Your ex, who has been working with you, made your life miserable and you had to literally chase him with your bow and arrow so as to leave you alone, but that doesn't mean you will go through that again." she smirked as she watched me closing my suitcase.

Yeah. Everything she said is true. I did threatened someone by the means of his life but I wasn't actually going to pull that arrow...it was just a show? Yeah let's just say show.

"That's not helping, Cathy." I rolled my eyes as I smiled. "You know I hate my job and what I'm studying right now. You don't have to rub it in, every time I'm over thinking this."

She exhaled anxiously as she headed towards the door. "Look, I'm just trying to take your mind off from thinking the worst. I know you don't like what you are doing but you know you have to do it. It's part of your degree and without it, you would never get your diploma and I really think you need that so you can do what you want. Otherwise, say bye to English Lit forever. You would have to take the introductory exams again and I don't think you want that...Besides you are good at your job and I know whatever the case you always excel in what you are doing even if you hate it and I think being an assistant manager in housekeeping has its perks, doesn't it?" she laughed as she left the room