Forget I said that up there. ^ But let's just get started. :)
Warning.
• Strong language. (If any of you don't know what strong language it means swearing.) • Creepy/stalking? • Lots of thinking. (Overthinking?) • Crying, Arguing/fighting. • Talking about trauma and death?. • I think there's more but I just can't come up with it or I can't think of it like the names/words of what there is in this. • Knifes will be in this so anybody that hates I guess sharp things or knifes this is a heads up.
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Elenna Ross pov.
I just got back gone from my work place, I work at a small cafe that is always packed on the weekends but I don't really care because I get a lot of money from packed days, Mostly on Sunday when groups of teenagers come in. But I also hate when groups of teenagers come in since there always like, 'Omg girl hurry it *cutely fake giggles* sorry miss' or 'I'll get a- *looks at friend* a- *laughs*', Because it takes a long time to just get 1 order out of there mouth from all that giggles and chuckles.
I got home and went straight into the shower. Got out of the shower and changed into a pink oversized hoodie, pink hello kitty pajamas, and matching socks.
Went in the kitchen the make myself something to eat because I didn't eat anything this morning, Only drank coffee and went to work.
I sighed and looked in the refrigerator. While looking in the refrigerator I seen this plate that was inside that I don't remember putting in.
I bend over and grabbed it and seen a note on top of it. 'Hey darling, Enjoy this food and eat it.'
My eyebrows creased and I stand up straight, straightening my back.
What the fuck?
I close the refrigerator door and put the food on the counter by the microwave.
Wait, what if it's poison? Hold on is somebody stalking me?
Right after I thought that I looked around the room to find nothing has been taken or moved. I frowned and looked back at the food that was sitting right in front of me about to be eaten.
What if it was just my best friend? When I was drunk. Probably and hopefully.
I just shake my thoughts off and heat up the food. While I was heating the food up. I went to the living room turning the tv on and putting it on Netflix.
