No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

Desperate Times

I am a horrible person!!!😭😭 I am so sorry, I've been gone for...a long time, Idk I haven't checked how long, but jeez, wow, I feel awful! Especially since this chapter isn't particularly long and I don't like it very much but I feel that way about this whole thing and you guys are still here so you maybe like it at least a little...?

I swear...well...I swear I will try to not keep you waiting this long ever again! Unless I die, in which case...well...I'd be dead and none of my family knows about this so they wouldn't tell you guys if I did die, and with the way I eat? I'll probably die soon. But my best friend could probably come and tell you, she has the password to this account so maybe she'll tell ya if she remembers, which she probably won't. REMEMBER MIA, REMEMBER

Didja miss me though? 'Miss me?' sound like Moriarty there, 'Sherlock', great show you guys should watch it. Moriarty is the best.

WARNINGS: The main one, I think, is the heavy mentions of alcoholism, I am sorry about this one because it's kinda...well...iffy. I basically just voiced my personal concerns from my experiences with alcohol, my love-hate relationship if you will, and no I will not tell you my age because we don't do judgy stuff here, aight? Aight....Okay that makes it seem like I'm an alcoholic, I'm not, despite the fact that I had 4 shots of vodka the other day while babysitting drunk people(not literal children, but basically the same thing) and I barely convinced myself against having another. Don't worry, I wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy. I was still able to rock my niece back to sleep when she woke up in the middle of that night though, it took over an hour...She's the cutest little thing. Oh! And I think I've figured out my tolerance!! Yay for me! I had been wondering about them since my dad is such a light weight. Anyway, basically, while the subject is kind of dark(as is the rest of this story) I thought about the fact that it really is important to address the very real, very present temptation of such things in real life, especially during difficult times. Just don't get on my case about alcohol please, I'm fine, you're fine, everyone's good...err...as good as they can be with the world we live in. Okay wow, i talked a lot about that one warning, okay so there is also ANGSTTTT, big surprise there, also the reader...you...the main character...whatever you wanna call her, is very subdued in this chapter while at other times pretty moody. Don't worry, she'll soldier through it like always, hopefully. And uh...I can't think of any other warnings besides me going to come back to this later to fix it up cause I was rushing to get this out to you, and you may think that's strange considering that I took so long, but I took so long because I didn't have time to work on this. No being mad at me, that's not allowed here.

And I know my notes don't really set the mood for the chapter but...well...it's not my fault, even if it literally is only my fault. I take zero responsibility. I guess I'm kinda softening you up for the blow, drawing you in before I stab you in the back kind of deal, ya know?...Wow, I'm evil. Go on and read!(not that you need my permission and even if I said you're not allowed to read this, you probably would anyway and actually my saying that would probably make you want to read it more, if you're anything like me) Also, I have serious issues with authority, anyone else feel the same? I positively suckkk at being a daughter. But it's okay, I make a decent enough friend, I think, and that can kinda make up for it. Not really, but lying to myself is another one of my skills. Why the hell am I talking about this? Oh I don't know, probably because I have trust issues galore and telling complete strangers that I'll probably never meet is easier. I have trust issues that rival fricken Nero(anyone get that historical reference-?)

What are you still doing here? Go read!

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The cafe you worked at was in an open mall, a great place to hang out. At least...it would have been, if you had any friends left who weren't about twenty years older than you.